Two Eyes Cenote In Heavy Mist, In Glitter Dust

Legend skipped with ooc permission

Groomed, primped, and cleaned to a standard he didn't know possible, Rooke eyed the material Machi presented him with an equal mixture of curiosity and weariness. Rooke really didn't try to make a fuss for the fellahin, but he was wholly unfamiliar with what the man was asking of him. He lowered his nose to the powder presented to him. When he inevitably breathed it in when he went for a sniff, he turned away sharply as not to send the powder flying as he hacked his lungs out.

In between coughs he took in a shaky gasp. Teary eyed, he managed to wheeze out a sorry, blue? Lifting a paw to his chest he wrestled with biology in order to hold back each cough. Shoulders lifting with each struggle.

What—what's that for?