It's a strange, easterly wind that wakes her, and not because of the way it pulls at her sort mane or tickles her nose. Locheed lifts her head from the pillow of her twin's shoulder, Laia's outreached wing falling away from where it had draped across her sisters back... and she feels sick.
Her stomach turns uncomfortably, the way it had the first time she tried eating meat instead of grass: a hard lump sitting heavily below her ribs. She stands as the wind blows harder, and against the glow of the volcano, she can see it does not come empty-handed.
The air is full of a fine dust that burns her eyes, and she looks around to see if she is the only one who notices this, who feels this. And oh, how terrible it makes her feel. The pale cords of her tail snap against her barrel in agitation and she takes a step towards the sleeping forms of her mother and father.
But the wind keeps moving (taking its evil dust with it) and the strange feeling in her belly begins to fade. Locheed's lip curls back to reveal the flash of ivory fangs, but as the churning in her guts slows, she halts. Unsure of what has happened, but not feeling like explaining it and having to answer hundreds of questions, she gives a glare to the west and sinks back down into the grass at her sister's side - making sure to cause just enough of a commotion to get a grumble out of her twin before falling asleep until dawn.
OOC: I would like to give locheed egg laying! Thank you!
Her stomach turns uncomfortably, the way it had the first time she tried eating meat instead of grass: a hard lump sitting heavily below her ribs. She stands as the wind blows harder, and against the glow of the volcano, she can see it does not come empty-handed.
The air is full of a fine dust that burns her eyes, and she looks around to see if she is the only one who notices this, who feels this. And oh, how terrible it makes her feel. The pale cords of her tail snap against her barrel in agitation and she takes a step towards the sleeping forms of her mother and father.
But the wind keeps moving (taking its evil dust with it) and the strange feeling in her belly begins to fade. Locheed's lip curls back to reveal the flash of ivory fangs, but as the churning in her guts slows, she halts. Unsure of what has happened, but not feeling like explaining it and having to answer hundreds of questions, she gives a glare to the west and sinks back down into the grass at her sister's side - making sure to cause just enough of a commotion to get a grumble out of her twin before falling asleep until dawn.
OOC: I would like to give locheed egg laying! Thank you!