Dragoncrest Cliffs the moon plays the ocean like a violin

Much to her surprise, Wildfire doesn’t continue on with the names. Instead, her face changes expressions which cause her face to twist and the question to follow is enough of an explanation. Her nose wrinkles a little and she considers the scale. The paint she feels is great in number but is it the worst? She has felt pain in a different way and having been in the teekon has reduced her stamina. She knows she isn’t as active as she needs to be and perhaps this is enough to change that. Perhaps she could have prevented this.

“A three,” she says with a pained smile, scooting her nose along the cool floor until she brushes against Wildfire. “I’ll be fine,” she adds as an afterthought. There isn’t anything she needs right now. Eventually, she’ll need to get up and get her legs moving but for now, everything can wait and she can avoid the extra discomfort another time.