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Flawless - Harry said to himself while carefully examining his body. Tsidia got closer, hypnotized as he was already singing something quietly.
- Hey. Any plans for today?
- Your turn
He gave her a look saing "You already know do you?"
- You can't override yourself yet. Everybody has to start somewhere.
- Alright then -He looked at his medication noticing that there's only few left- How about a walk in the forest?
Tsidia was shocked by the peacefulness inside him.
- Okay. Is everyth...
He was already outside "tasting the air" as he calls it
- Come on, let's go!
Nearest forest was relativly close. They were able to get there without any disturbances; well if you exclude Harry hitting few solid objects on his way, remembering how flying works.
- What exactly are we doing here?
- Searching
- For what?
- Memories
So they adventured deep into the never-ending green of "Kaeshwi", recollecting lost past.

(It’s fine) :)

Xasheski would make his way through the woods, his paws making slight crunching sounds as he would step on and over twigs and fallen leaves and branches. As a pretty small dragon, Xasheski was pretty good at blending into his surroundings. It made him curious as to how the other dragoness was able to find out where he was. And while, sure, he hadn’t been being particularly quiet, his small body made him naturally silent. Well, at least compared to other draconiforms that he knew.

He would continue on his walk, a pretty decent memory of something he had passed still in his brain. He was currently on the search for a special kind of herb, which if chewed up, you could apply it to a wound, to help seize the burning, and to help it heal. The only reason he knew what it looked like was because of how long he had needed to survive on his own. When your survival depends on this kind of stuff, you pick it up pretty fast. He hadn’t seen many of the herbs around, so he hoped he could find it again.

As he was scavenging through the underbrush, however, he heard a scream. His ears instantly perked up, and he looked around, his body growing tense, his tail tucking partly underneath him. It sounded like it had come from the same direction he had come from. Had they been attacked? His ears fell back against his head at the idea.

Okay, maybe he should head back? Oh, but he hadn’t found the herbs yet! He groaned, and contemplated what to do. At the same token, if he went back, there was no telling what could be waiting for him. What if it was some beast, ten times his size? There was no way he could beat something like that. He also barely knew those dragons.

He hesitated a moment, taking a tentative step forward, then stopping. He would wait for a bit, then see what to do.

"WHY ARE WE CONSTANTLY ON THE EDGE OF DYING", Harry exclaimed while moving in pain, his wings bleeding. Hopefully it wasn't anything serious, or he would be very "angry" for the rest of the month. Tsidia instinctively tried to shield him from the pain, but he only growled and stepped back. He would never let her suffer if it wasn't life or death scenario. He quickly reached for his medication, letting peaceful silence take over his mind. When the first paralysis left him he slowly laid down next to the fireplace, and looked around for anything helpful in his reach. If he wanted to stop the bleeding he would need to get creative. Harry called for strings in color red, after the pain he was going through. He made them as thin as possible and moved them towards the injury. During the first contact his vision blurred again, another scream leaving his maw. After nearly a minute-long battle Tsidia was able to use the strings against their owner, and break into his mind, stealing portion of his pain for herself. Harry sighed deeply and focused entirely on wrapping the strings around his injury, feeling better than he'd like to admit with the extra help. He managed to create provisional protective layer, shielding the injury from further tearing and stopping large portion of the blood from dripping out. Meanwhile Tsidia started looking for Xashewski, quickly localizing his mind in the depths of the forest, and slowly moving in his direction.

Xasheski had paused, once the screaming had seized. He was now alone, in complete silence. Only the sound of his hesitant breathing could be heard. For a moment, he would remain in the forested area, his breath caught in his through, debating whether or not to return to the others. Slowly, he would extend a paw forward. He bit his lower lip, glancing forward with caution. What if someone had been killed? The scream had definitely sounded like something someone in pain would make.Again, he started to make his way forward, until he heard another scream, this one sounding even more strained than before.

These definitely sounded like screams of pain. Oh god, what should he do? He couldn't just stand around forever! What if what was out there came for him? Was there even anything out there? Something twisted aggressively at Xash's heart, as he started backing up. Would it be betrayal if he ran off? Xash had never been one for fighting. He could hardly do so. He was so weak, it was pathetic.

The screams eventually began to quiet down, until they vanished altogether. Xasheski was left alone in silence once more. He remained deathly quiet, his eyes narrowing in concentration. After a bit longer of silence, he would start to make his way forward, towards Tsidia and Harry, then he stopped. No, he had to be quiet. Wait, why was he even going to check on them? He barely knew them. And what if this was actually dangerous?

Well, if he stayed quiet, the assailant wouldn't find him, and then he could just look in, see if they were safe, and if they weren't, he'd make a run for it. Wait, why would that make him feel any better? He shook his head. No, he had to find out. He made his way back to the little camp.

Tsidia quietly sprinted through the forest, moving towards the nearest source of high brain activity, masking out any sounds to keep herself safe from any predators in the area she had currently no time for. She was starting to get worried about catching Xashewski when she crossed his path, stepping in front of him so he won't get away "Where have you been? Harry got hit in wings and you're our only chance." Of course the second part was a lie, but the situation was dramatic enough for this sort of wordplay. "It was an accident. Please, can you help us?", she added with more peace in her voice.

Even despite the possibility of danger, Xasheski still battled himself over what to do. Of course, due to his internal struggle, he might also leave up some unexpected limitations to his focus, which would lead to him to be unaware of his surroundings. At least, the ones that would allow him to pick up the smaller hints of noise. He would stand there, perfectly still, absent-mindedly digging his claws into the dirt, softly biting his lower lip. His wings were folded tightly by his side, as he debated flight. Surely, there was no dragon that could catch him if he decided to fly? Then again, that had been Shveki. He had no idea how much faster dragons adapted to living in and near the mountains were.

Then, Xasheski came to a decision. He nodded his head, telling himself that he needed to go check on the other two. Just a quick peek. They could be hurt, or worse, dead. Quietly, Xash would snap out of his dreamlike state, and started walking forward, keeping up a quiet jog. However, due to his unawareness of his surroundings, he hadn’t picked up the smell of the other dragoness, Tsidia, approaching him, nor had he heard her footsteps. He was quite shocked when she unexpectedly burst forth from a froth of tangled bushes.

He let out a quiet yelp, halting himself in his tracks, stopping just short of five feet from her. He fell onto his butt in surprise, his wings spreading defensively. When he realized it was only Tsidia, though, and she started speaking to him hurriedly, he was quiet for a moment, trying to take everything in. He would blink a moment, then slowly shake his head, and look up at her, surprised. So, Harry had been hurt. His guess had been correct. But how had his wing been hurt? That was the real question.

Deciding not to ask, Xasheski instead inquired, “Uh, sorry. I, um, heard the scream, and I wasn’t sure what happened,” he explained. He then looked apologetically down at his paws. “I, um, actually don’t have the medicine with me. I couldn’t find the bush I was looking for. Though, I can come back, if you think you’ll need me for anything,” he said, looking up again. He wasn’t sure what much use a dragon could get from him when he couldn’t even do the job he had set out to do in the first place.

Tsidia stood in place for a second, considering different options and possible outcomes. "If you think you can help him, come with me, if not, try to find help." Her determination was suddenly broken by a soft blush entering her face. "Well, you don't have to, you don't owe us anything I guess." Without waiting for reply she turned around and started heading back to wounded Harry. Meanwhile Harry was slowly reseting back to his regular mood. He slowly sat down and leaned closer to the fire, holding in another scream while readjusting strings to new position. He reached for his medication to calm down the pain when it felt out of his claws, accompanied by loud hiss. "YOU'RE NOT PASSING OUT ON ME FROM THIS POISON". Harry growled, but he couldn't afford any protests in his current state. Tsidia knew about that, and took great satisfaction from her dominant position. She crouched next to him and run a soft lick across his muzzle, trying to adjust her mind to his blurry thought process, so she could analyze his wounds. The thin layer of strings covering them was slowly soaking out blood.

For a moment, Xasheski was left frozen, unsure of what to do. How exactly could he help? Maybe he could keep looking for that plant he had said he would search for? That was one way. And they had been so nice to him. It was clear that they weren’t a threat to him. At least, they didn’t seem like a threat yet. You could honestly never know with these kinds of people. Extroverts, he meant. They were just so strange and bizarre compared to what he was used to. What he was used to, of course, being solitude, and dragons that wouldn’t approach you unless you approached them first. Being an introvert himself, though, the young night fury had barely run into any dragons he could consider friends. Especially not on Shevki, he thought, with a shiver.

Okay, he was not just going to sit here in silence. He had to do something to help! That was his final decision. He watched as Tsidia would run off, and slowly began following her, memorizing her scent so he would be able to meet up with her once he found the plant he was looking for. He wasn’t really chasing after her, just mildly trotting. He was mostly following her so he could get an idea of where he had come from, so he could head back when he needed to. He would watch as she quickly outran him, and disappeared into a haze of plants and trees up ahead. He let out a soft sigh, before averting his path.

He then began to search through the plants and bushes he passed, trying to remember what it smelled like so he could locate it by scent. Of course, when this didn’t work, he merely shook his head, and kept searching. His paws were starting to ache, having to dig through all these plants. Sure, his scales were tough, so the thorns didn’t really affect him, but bending down like this was tiring. But he wouldn’t have to keep this up for much longer, once he walked into a small clearing, and spotted a small, narrow plant near a closeby tree.

It was the one he was searching for! Quickly, he rushed over, and ripped off some leaves from the plant. He took the roots of the plant, as well, just in case, because from what he had read, they were both very helpful. He then quickly rushed back to where Tsidia and Harry were waiting. He paused, earth and pebbles skidding, when he saw how much pain Harry looked like he was in. He then quickly snapped out of it, and rushed over to see them.

“Harry! Tsidia!” he exclaimed, then stopped himself, and proceeded, becoming calmer and quieter, “I found the herb.” he said, walking over to Harry’s wing.

Harry sighed at the view of approaching dragon. "Make it quick", he called out and momentarily pushed the strings away, exposing the injury. The strings quickly turned red, filled with the pain he was going through. His vision blurred. Then he had an idea. Harry smiled and relaxed, letting the pain consume him from the inside. After few seconds his body fell limply to the ground. Tsidia quickly rushed in to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself more from the fall. "Clever. Very clever.", she said to herself and looked at Xashewski. "Don't worry about it. He just passed out"

Xasheski’s face was a contorted expression of fear and worry when he noticed the state that Harry was in. When he had first entered the clearing, he had been relieved to see that there wasn’t any big, scary dragons, waiting to pounce and gobble him up. But all of that relief had quickly gone down the drain when he had noticed the other dragon in pain. It appeared as though the injury on his wing had gotten significantly worse, as he was shivering and convulsing in agony by the time that Tsidia and, finally, Xasheski, had arrived at where he was. Just looking at the poor dragon that had been so kind to him, on the ground, in pain, made Xasheski’s heart twinge in guilt and fear, at the aspect that he had been going to abandon them.

He swallowed nervously, looking around. He then glanced up at Tsidia, watching her face with a mix of confusion and worry. He would hold tightly onto the herbs with his paws, afraid of letting go of them, and then letting them slip out of his grasp. What would happen if he lost them? Would Harry die? Would the herbs even work? He had never seen a dragon in this much pain before since…. Well, that wasn’t important. He had never really wanted to see a dragon in this much pain every again, and watching it just made him sick to his stomach. The only thing that didn’t make him pass out was the fact that Harry looked happy to see Tsidia and Xash, or at least relieved.

Xasheski would then speak to Tsidia, his voice coated with anxiety, “Great gods of Shveki, what happened, Tsidia? I mean, did something happen to him while I was gone? He wasn’t in this much pain when I left to go get the herbs. There wasn’t an attack, or anything, was there? Is he going to be okay? Are you sure these herbs will work? I mean, I’ve never actually really used them with serious injuries like this before,” the tiny night fury would lament, going into a frenzy of questions out of nervousness. He hadn’t dealt with very many situations like this in the past, so he wasn’t sure what to do. He was hoping Tsidia would have some answers.

Suddenly, Harry would pass out from the pain. Xash’s whole body went rigid when he noticed Harry’s expression seem to grow empty, and his body went limp. His wings spread out in fear, and his body froze up. He then rushed over to the bigger dragon, holding the herbs in his paw, as he frantically tried to chew them to a pump. As the herbs were in his mouth, he would fearfully yelp at Tsidia in a hurry. All of his senses felt like they had just been kicked into overdrive mode, and were now working at a much higher ferocity.

“Auuugh! Tsidia! What happened! Is he okay? Is he dead? Oh no, he can’t be dead! I’m too young to have that on my conscious!” Xasheski panicked, though he was probably hard to understand when he had the herbs in his mouth. He would gag on them a bit in his frenzy, quickly spitting the pulp out with a disgusted look on his face. They weren’t exactly the most tasty herbs. Sure, they smelled good, but their flavor was actually rather bitter, and left an awkward taste in your mouth when you were done with them. Luckily, there were more pressing things to take his mind off of the taste.

Quickly, Xasheski would apply the pulp to the area of the wing that had been injured. Due to his frenzy, he hadn’t really heard Tsidia when she had explained he had passed out. Nonetheless, Xasheski was very gentle with the wound, using one of his wings to help support it. Due to the shape of his wing, it served well as a sort of support, while he applied the herb. It was more of a painkiller than an actual thing to heal the wound, though it certainly helped. If Harry were still conscious, it would have stung for a bit, then the area would have felt numb, which would have helped in the healing of the wound. After all, if it were numb, the pain would be more bearable while they think of strategies they could use to actually cover up the wound so it wouldn’t hurt so much when the numbness eventually wore off. “Oh god, I hope this helps. Did he pass out?” Xasheski asked, showing how he obviously hadn’t heard Tsidia before.

Tsidia gently put Harry's head on the ground and slowly walked up to Xashewski. She pulled him to her chest and covered him with her wings, her tail wrapping around him. "It's okay. Harry was in a coma. His body isn't used to dealing with injures. He just passed out, that's all." She remembered what Harry usually did when she got out of control and pulled him gently to the ground with her, making him sit on her lap. She rested her claws on his chest and quietly purred in his ears, following rhythm of a peaceful melody. She would normally analyse Harry's body for any internal damage, but since he was unconscious that wouldn't be possible easy. She was worried, but certainly not scared. An injury of his wings couldn't be fatal, unless... a shiver run down her spine, as she quickly pushed the thought away. "Do you know exactly what that herb does?, she asked more than anything to calm Xash down.

//sorry for the short reply. I will never be able to match you in this category.

A moment of silence would pass as Xasheski applied the herbs. He concentrated on applying them correctly, so they would be able to cover up the whole wound. When he was done, he took a step back, staring over his handiwork. It looked pretty well saturated. The herb itself was coated on the wound, appearing like a slightly opaque, whitish green goo that covered the wound. As it would harden, and numb the area, it would start to make the wound harder to see, replacing it with a slightly greenish husk.

When Xash heard Tsidia mention that he had only passed out, the tiny night fury let out a sigh of relief. Good, that was one less thing to worry about. Besides. Xasheski wasn’t really a healer, but he was pretty sure this kind of wound wouldn’t kill Harry. At least, that was just what he thought, but one could never know. It could have become infected. It was times like these where Xash wish he had learned more from his mother about this kind of stuff.

He’d blink when he heard Tsidia. “The herb acts as a numbing agent. It will numb the pain and help him to recover. It can also serve as a disinfectant, so it could help if the wound become infected. It only lasts about eight hours, though, maybe twelve. It will start to wear off after around the six hour mark,” he would explain.

Tsidia tried to hide a sigh of relief seeing young dragon recovering from initial shock. "that's all the time we need. Thank you, I don't know what we would do without your help" After making sure that Harry wouldn't accidentally hurt himself more she slowly lain down next to the fireplace, resting her tail on the ground. For a long moment she stayed silent, looking for conversation ideas. Just before they fell into uncomfortable silence she raised her head and looked at Xashewski. "By any chance, have you seen any strange things, anomalies, or just felt very weird at some places?", she asked. After a few minutes quiet growling reached her ears. She extended her consciousness towards it, pulling Harry into embrace of minds, earning a soft purr, or rather the closest sound to it he could produce. "I can't feel my wings" - he chuckled at how literal that statement was, the numbness confusing him to a point where he couldn't tell where his wings are. "Thanks", he said to Xashewski and slowly sit down, his mind searching for melodies he could hum to himself.

(Just fyi Tsidia, this topic takes place before Black Snow.)

Xasheski himself appeared to be calming down, wrapping his tail around his paws, and watching Harry with a gentle gaze. He was still a bit shaken from all the suddenness that had occurred, what, from Harry's screaming to him passing out, and being rushed to get the herbs. It felt nice being able to just sit back and wait. But at the same time it pained him. He hated waiting. He felt trapped, staring down at Harry's unconscious body, watching his chest rise and fall with his gentle breaths. He seemed to peaceful in this state....

The young night fury's attention would be snapped back to Tsidia as she spoke to him. He would think for a moment, then quietly shake his head, "Um, no, I haven't. Sorry I couldn't be more helpful..." he'd reply awkwardly, adjusting his sitting position a bit.

When movement caught the corner of his eye, he turned back, and noticed that Harry seemed to already be regaining consciousness. Xash practically let out a deep sigh of relief. "H-Harry! I'm glad to see you're okay. I put some numbing agent on your wings to numb the pain." the small dragon would explain, seeing Harry's initial confusion when he realized he wasn't able to feel his wings. "Y-you're welcome..." he'd add when Harry said thanks. If dragons could blush, he would have been doing it then.

//I am aware of that

- Should we wrap this up? - Harry passed over, not really caring if Xashewski turned out to be a telepath of some sort who could hear them conversing -which he seriously doubted- and slowly regained his senses, analysing the situation and looking around for possible threats in the area.
- If you mean heading back home you have no chances of flying up there like this, and I'm not going to get you there on my back. If you're talking about your wings it would be impolite to just spend the next few hours, if not days wrapping up an injury right in front of someone. Unless you have energy source of some kind

Harry could feel devilish smile creeping across his face as he looked over to Xashewski
- No - was all that Tsidia said, almost aloud it seemed.

They were now both staring at poor Xashewski, who should by now be wondering what is going on
- Do you maybe know any more herbs that could help out?
- Or really any energetic substance in the area, that could keep you going for a long time?
- Or really any energy source that could be conversed into magical power?
- Be it a lifeless thing or a living dragon?

(Are they speaking to him normally in those last couple of sentences?)