Kreyu flexes her talons one final time to make a POINT before she moves to join Skellig.
She speaks far too low for the men to hear. "You wished to speak to me, love?" She's keeping an eye on the Captain and crew, on the lookout for trouble.
Her chest looks like a plucked, burnt, chicken, but it could be worse. She reeks of burnt feathers, and there are second and perhaps some small third degree burns in that area of her chest. The pain is only really beginning to be bothersome NOW, thanks to the adrenaline fading.
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Date: 2024-08-21 11:39 am (UTC)She speaks far too low for the men to hear. "You wished to speak to me, love?" She's keeping an eye on the Captain and crew, on the lookout for trouble.
Her chest looks like a plucked, burnt, chicken, but it could be worse. She reeks of burnt feathers, and there are second and perhaps some small third degree burns in that area of her chest. The pain is only really beginning to be bothersome NOW, thanks to the adrenaline fading.