long live the prince - open; waking up

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Had she been worried post-attack for Goldenpaw? Yes. It seemed a normal thing, concern building up over the injury sustained by a friend, and anyone with half a brain could have told you that certain injuries were worse than others. Anything with the neck, the throat, it was almost a death sentence in most cases, and with her perception of injury being the worst of the worst given her upbringing, it was no surprise that even someone as bouncy and bubbly as herself was taken down a few pegs in a sort of pre-mourning. Truth be told, despite Winterhymns having arguably the best medical care in the area, she thought Goldenpaw would die.

But he didn’t.

Her reflection stared back at her in choppy pieces as the discens stared over the side of the boardwalk, not sure why she was there or how she even ended up looking at the water now. Sort of an autopilot move, she supposed, too absent minded to go about her usual shenanigans. Of course, the sound of more paws caused her to move her gaze behind her, head looking over her shoulder with a twitch of her curled whiskers. ”Golden Boy?” Sunny blinked, rubbing her eyes with a small white paw as if she might have thought she was seeing things. But no, Drayden saw him too. ”Shouldn’t you be resting, hon? It wasn’t exactly a small injury you got.”

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