Moonspear written in the sand

slowly, terance began to realize that hydra was becoming more and more... lazy? that wasn't the right word. she was just sort of sloppy-- but so absolutely perky. she was being goofy, for sure, earning a broad grin from the young redleaf-disarrino. though, he was confused, especially as she began to talk. he watched as she rolled to her side, rubbing herself all over the grass. his ears pricked, head cocking to one side. grass didn't feel that good-- did it? hydra wasn't one to lie... 

hesitantly, terance following her lead, leaning over to rub his cheek on the grass... and again, just for good measure. but nope-- felt like normal grass to him. still confused-- but also amused, watching now as the corner of her lip caught against the grass as she rubbed. he chuckled, head falling to the other side. "hy are you--" he paused mid question, because he suddenly realized what was going on. it was the herb-- it had to be-- because though lyra gave him some pretty low-key stuff for his injuries, he did totally remember being given medicine that knocked him out cold. he just couldn't remember which was which-- just that he remembered eating it. he must've mixed them up.

but he'd been super injured when he took them... and probably with other stuff, maybe this was just... it's normal effect? oh he suddenly felt really bad. had he accidentally drugged his friend? the beta? oh shit. his smile turned suddenly very stiff-- what should he do? was there a right way to go about this? well maybe... he could just... join in... that sounded reasonable? or was that stupid? probably stupid, but watching her rub her face all over the ground kinda made him jealous... he wanted to feel that. "whoa," he said, eyes shifting, "you're totally right-- super soft, hey, you know what, i've got a scratch i'm gonna just like go get something for it really quickly give me a moment." 

terance returned moments later, herbs swallowed and ready for action. he plopped himself down in front of hydra and stared, squinting, waiting. "still feeling okay?" he asked.