Cerulean Cape ❆ To all things housed in her silence,

Morning
Sunny w/ light sea breeze
75 degrees

When the dragoness opened her eyes, the first thing she'd been met with through hazed lids was the harsh glare of the sun. The side of her face planted firmly against wet sand, and her vision blured and burning from either the air or the seawater -- honestly? She couldn't tell. Everything just hurt. Even her digits as her paws made kneading movements to keep them from falling asleep. Even her lungs as she breathed and...barfed.

Everywhere.

Violent coughs followed by more hurling, a mixture of seawater and stomach acid fled her mouth and left her throat burning and eyes watering. The young girl groaned, sputtered, and coughed up what was left of the bile before attempting to stand on shakey limbs. "F-fuck..." Björk mumbled to herself groggily.

The lack of balance got the best of her, though, and she'd end up falling right back on her rump with a pained grunt.