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[noasark]

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[chosenofthunder]

[Just as delicately, Touya gets the one he's looking over to spread.]

You have wings... sort of. More like fans?

[Real noodle-like when folded up though, that's for sure.]

[noasark]

WHAT?!

[So he shouts, only to regret it-there is a wheezing gasp as he clutches his throat, curling.]

That's what's on my back..?!

[chosenofthunder]

[Touya shifts up closer, balled up on his haunches, so that both his forepaws are free.]

Yeah. How much can you move them?

[And the were lets the one "wing" he was spreading rest in his paw after letting it fold again.]

[noasark]

[Ugh. So that's what the voice of the Fog was going on about...]

I can hardly move what I already had, let alone those, [he grumbles.]

[chosenofthunder]

[So grumbly. But, Noa has a perfect good reason to be so grumpy. Touya guides the likely raw appendage back to the position is was hanging from the naga's back.]

Is there anything you need?

[Water? Just space?]

[noasark]

[For now? He simply sighs through the pain, and adjusts himself more comfortably on his coils.]

...I just need silence, [He eventually says quietly.]

That's it.

[chosenofthunder]

...Okay.

[Shifting back, Touya's resting on all four paws again. Then he closes his eyes to get back to his nap.]

annd done

[noasark]

[Okay. Sleep it is. With one last relieved sigh, the snake thus closes his eyes...allowing both of them some time to perhaps take a break from the chaos of the passing days.]