~The Forests of Avalon, A Dragon Roleplay~

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brisingur peeked her head out of the curtain of vines "hello?" she asked and walked out limping, not putting her hurt leg down.
There was no answer from the figure, she was curled up on a bed of moss and feathers similar to Brisingur's and was now still and silent. Her scales were marked with small scars and her wings were only just beginning to heal after large rips had been torn in them.
 
brisingur decided not to mess with the dragon any more since she was sleeping, she peeked her head out looking a kyra again "well good morning how are you this fine morning?" she asked smiling wide, trying to look innocent, she knew she shouldn't have been out of her bed.
 
Kyra looked at her hardly, knowing where Brisingur had been. Then her expression softened into one that could be described as, tired and frustrated. "Did she say anything?" Was all she asked in the end.
 
Frill lay on the moss bed, head resting gently on her crossed hands.
She didn't feel like getting up, she had done what she had come back to do, and now... Now she just felt like wallowing a bit.
The dim warmth of med area comforted her, if she could just stay here forever, she thought. Live in this cave and never have to look at the sky again.

But it was a silly idea, laughable. I am so pathetic... And it's all your fault. All your fault...

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(Did Dread find Ester yet?)
 
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