[Evening] There always had been a kind of grim humour regarding Yoshitsugu's 'element' in this world being shadow; some of the spells associated with it seemed touched with infection, including the one he'd innately knew when Nuren had swept him in, and considering Yoshitsugu's poor constitution and tendancy to catch most illnesses he was exposed to? He'd idly wondered if the great beasts had a sense of humour as dark as his own on several occasions.
Like today, for instance.
The proper onset of cold had sent him out seeking more blankets and anything warming for the cavern he shared with his companions; it was when Yoshitsugu was browsing a stall that the feeling first swept over him proper. Sure, a slight feeling of weakness in the body had been with him when he'd woken up, but that was hardly unusual. This, though... he excused himself from the stall owner, walked away, turned to face a wall and sneezed.
It shouldn't have been dramatic. It really shouldn't. But it was. As Yoshitsugu's body shook, the little dragon that had been sitting on his shoulder flew up above him with a worried cry and there was a burst of shadow magic in front of him. Fortunate that he was facing the wall, but as he recovered Yoshitsugu kneeled to the floor and reached up to his facecloth, tugging oddly hesitantly at it but not pulling it down.
Tsubaki, his dragon, landed at his side and crooned, obviously concerned. He obviously needed a bit of assistance.
Yoshitsugu Ōtani | OTA | Will match format!
There always had been a kind of grim humour regarding Yoshitsugu's 'element' in this world being shadow; some of the spells associated with it seemed touched with infection, including the one he'd innately knew when Nuren had swept him in, and considering Yoshitsugu's poor constitution and tendancy to catch most illnesses he was exposed to? He'd idly wondered if the great beasts had a sense of humour as dark as his own on several occasions.
Like today, for instance.
The proper onset of cold had sent him out seeking more blankets and anything warming for the cavern he shared with his companions; it was when Yoshitsugu was browsing a stall that the feeling first swept over him proper. Sure, a slight feeling of weakness in the body had been with him when he'd woken up, but that was hardly unusual. This, though... he excused himself from the stall owner, walked away, turned to face a wall and sneezed.
It shouldn't have been dramatic. It really shouldn't. But it was. As Yoshitsugu's body shook, the little dragon that had been sitting on his shoulder flew up above him with a worried cry and there was a burst of shadow magic in front of him. Fortunate that he was facing the wall, but as he recovered Yoshitsugu kneeled to the floor and reached up to his facecloth, tugging oddly hesitantly at it but not pulling it down.
Tsubaki, his dragon, landed at his side and crooned, obviously concerned. He obviously needed a bit of assistance.