01-08-2021, 01:24 PM
Roxanne had approached, and the veins in Brandy might have stopped moving blood to his brain. He turned just a bit white, ears flattening and sitting with his back straight, whilst Rosemary move and tugged at his paw. He cleared his throat, green eyes dropping to avoid her gaze. But when she looked up, the surprise he felt to know that she was yelling at Rift and not him was, well, great. His jaw dropped just a bit. The guilt he had felt, and still did feel, over Ry escaping from the beach that day caused him to avoid Roxanne the days before he left.
He cleared his throat, snapping his jaw shut as Roxanne spoke. He nodded just a bit, his brain still exploding in pain, before he responded. "I'm.. I'm sure they will. Thanks, Rox." He said, his tone evening out just a little bit. He looked at Michael, giving him a tiny nod as well. He couldn't forget Michael breaking free of the jungle and yelling for Rox. It had been a good laugh, that was for sure. Brandy's ears flattened as Rift spoke again, but Michael was quicker to respond then he was. He let a sigh out, falling silent as he let the adults speak to Rift.
The exhaustion was creeping up on his fur now, dragging him down like the freezing cold water that was still slowly dripping from his body. He grit his teeth, trying his best not to shiver. He let his eyes shift towards Rosemary, just as she set the bone. He let a cry of pain out of his mouth, heaving a breath through grit teeth, eyes focusing on her own blind ones. He let a frown cross a muzzle, but Brandy soon let it drop. It was necessary, after all.
Her drew his paw back to his body as she raised her paw towards Brandy's skull, grimacing as she brushed at the spot on his right temple. "Right. Thank you." He mumbled. Bed rest was going to suck ass, but at least this body stealing asshole wasn't going to find him in the Temple. He fell silent, however, as his mother wasn't listed in his relatives. His gaze shifted, genuinely, towards Michael then Roxanne.
But as those words crossed Rosemary's lips, he stopped. The buzzing of his soul, the aching of his head- he couldn't feel the draw towards Rift anymore, but it definitely was there. Like some unforgettable sixth sense, always aware of where he was, or what emotion he was spouting. His eyes narrowed just a bit, before his eyes closed, eyebrows drawn over his eyes and a rather concerned look painting his face. "I'm not going to therapy." Brandy muttered, pushing to his paws. He spread his wings, flicking water from them with a concerned look back towards his feathers. When he looked forward, his gaze was only settled on Roxanne.
"Where's mom?"
"SPEECH"
[align=center]♡♡♡He cleared his throat, snapping his jaw shut as Roxanne spoke. He nodded just a bit, his brain still exploding in pain, before he responded. "I'm.. I'm sure they will. Thanks, Rox." He said, his tone evening out just a little bit. He looked at Michael, giving him a tiny nod as well. He couldn't forget Michael breaking free of the jungle and yelling for Rox. It had been a good laugh, that was for sure. Brandy's ears flattened as Rift spoke again, but Michael was quicker to respond then he was. He let a sigh out, falling silent as he let the adults speak to Rift.
The exhaustion was creeping up on his fur now, dragging him down like the freezing cold water that was still slowly dripping from his body. He grit his teeth, trying his best not to shiver. He let his eyes shift towards Rosemary, just as she set the bone. He let a cry of pain out of his mouth, heaving a breath through grit teeth, eyes focusing on her own blind ones. He let a frown cross a muzzle, but Brandy soon let it drop. It was necessary, after all.
Her drew his paw back to his body as she raised her paw towards Brandy's skull, grimacing as she brushed at the spot on his right temple. "Right. Thank you." He mumbled. Bed rest was going to suck ass, but at least this body stealing asshole wasn't going to find him in the Temple. He fell silent, however, as his mother wasn't listed in his relatives. His gaze shifted, genuinely, towards Michael then Roxanne.
But as those words crossed Rosemary's lips, he stopped. The buzzing of his soul, the aching of his head- he couldn't feel the draw towards Rift anymore, but it definitely was there. Like some unforgettable sixth sense, always aware of where he was, or what emotion he was spouting. His eyes narrowed just a bit, before his eyes closed, eyebrows drawn over his eyes and a rather concerned look painting his face. "I'm not going to therapy." Brandy muttered, pushing to his paws. He spread his wings, flicking water from them with a concerned look back towards his feathers. When he looked forward, his gaze was only settled on Roxanne.
"Where's mom?"
"SPEECH"
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TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN