Dragoncrest Cliffs Are we a thing?

The feather persisted and Tirgatao could only collapse helplessly on her rump as she pawed furiously at her muzzle, practically punching herself in the face to dislodge the offending fluffy down that was now likely stuck fast to her sinuses. Wildfire startled awake but she could hardly see the young woman between the violent sneezes that pinched her eyes closed from the sheer force of it. But the fart that rocketed out of her ass was definitely audiable, and she burbled out a strangled giggle before a few more fits seized her.

Finally, with one great inhale, the feather shot out of her nose and landed in a pile of goop at her feet, damn near leaving a crater from the speed in which it exited. She looked entirely, and uncharacteristically, disheveled now and it was hopeless to even attempt any shred of decorum at this point. Tirgatao looked towards Wildfire, one ear splayed awkwardly and her head tilted at a slight angle, and watched the Bandrona tear into the grouse like some sort of wild animal.

Tirgatao flopped down onto her stomach and continued to sniffle a bit while she ecked out a light-hearted remark: "I'm sure Heda would be really impressed with us right now."