Wings of Fire ~ The RP Part 2: Hope on the Horizon

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

Recluse was glad, for once, that Myrtle was being kind. He really needed it. They walked slowly to his cabin and he turned to her as they reached his door.

“You sure you don’t need any help? You have fallen, cut your wrist pretty badly, and it’s a miracle you are actually alive” she commented.

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

“You sure you don’t need any help? You have fallen, cut your wrist pretty badly, and it’s a miracle you are actually alive” she commented.

"I what?!" Recluse said surprised as he stared at his wrist. He looked at it for a moment, and then chuckled. "I miracle..." he said, lost in thought.

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

"I what?!" Recluse said surprised as he stared at his wrist. He looked at it for a moment, and then chuckled. "I miracle..." he said, lost in thought.

“Oh!” Myrtle looked at the wound, which was covered in dry blood. “Yes. You fell on a rock. Perhaps we should keep stones of the floor?” She asked.

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Phoebee smiled awkwardly.

"all of this is so weird" Sapodilla muttered, "this is what I get for-...this is what I get." She trailed off and sighed. Even In her wildest imagination this didn't happen. Getting mixed up in all this was really stressful.

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

“Oh!” Myrtle looked at the wound, which was covered in dry blood. “Yes. You fell on a rock. Perhaps we should keep stones of the floor?” She asked.

Recluse looked dumbly at Myrtle. "I'm going to go to bed." he opened the door and started walking robot-like to his bed.

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

"all of this is so weird" Sapodilla muttered, "this is what I get for-...this is what I get." She trailed off and sighed. Even In her wildest imagination this didn't happen. Getting mixed up in all this was really stressful.

Phoebee looked at Sapodilla. "She could read minds? That is freaky." she giggled.

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Phoebee looked at Sapodilla. "She could read minds? That is freaky." she giggled.

"I guess so, she'd better not read this one though, it might put her straight into deep deep depression" Sapodilla chuckled. "though it does make me nervous about all the things she knows and how no one can keep anything from her. "

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

Recluse looked dumbly at Myrtle. "I'm going to go to bed." he opened the door and started walking robot-like to his bed.

“ Get some rest. Call me if you need help. Also, you might want to take tomorrow off as well. “ Myrtle ordered. She was technically his doctor, right? She could talk like that!

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

“ Get some rest. Call me if you need help. Also, you might want to take tomorrow off as well. “ Myrtle ordered. She was technically his doctor, right? She could talk like that!

Recluse was concerned on how much she was concerned for him. This was not the dragon who he maybe... liked... a little! He liked the hardcore dragon that she was the first time he met her, like Luna. Knowing when to be hardcore, and when to be gentle...

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

"I guess so, she'd better not read this one though, it might put her straight into deep deep depression" Sapodilla chuckled. "though it does make me nervous about all the things she knows and how no one can keep anything from her. "

"I know.." Phoebee said. She lit up, just a little this time. "We could ask Venus! The gardener, she knows how to block dragons out of your mind! Venus is very nice to me, she'll love you!" Phoebee said excitingly, but quietly.