Okay, so maybe Julien had neglected to mention the specific number of passengers onboarding, but is anyone going to argue with the Warrior of Light over something as inconsequential as a few dragonets? Besides, Jenomis owed them a debt after saving both his children during their adventures in Dalmasca, so really, he shouldn't complain about this wonderful opportunity to study a dragon close-up! Surely, it would help them to craft more lifelike models for their next stage play, right?
Right, anyway! If a few props were accidentally singed in all the excitement, it was a small price to pay...
Julien continued to sit there with eyes shut tight, willing the world around them to stop spinning. They could feel the little hatchling flatten against their shoulder, tail curled loosely around the back of their neck.
It helped. A little. Emotional support comes in all shapes and sizes, it seems.
Julien cracked one eye open at Ariane's approach, forcing a smile. "Couldn't hurt. Hells, might actually help!" That's said with a bit more confidence than they actually feel right now.
They could feel Ariane's aether weaving around them with the same warmth and familiarity of a favorite blanket. There was subtle differences in the way people wove their spells, and having fought together so often in the past, Julien had learned to recognize the feel of Ariane's spells, in particular.
The dizziness, at least, seemed to abate, but the pain in the gut was a constant companion, all the same. They heaved a sigh, leaning back on the heels of their hands. Their eyes grew unfocused as they stared skyward.
"A little better, thanks." The dragonet chirped once more against their ear. "Maybe now I can walk without the risk of heaving bile all over my boots, eh?"
There was literally nothing left in their stomach to expel, and now they were simultaneously ravenous and bloated, but they needed to eat something. "Lets grab a bowl of miso soup before the next leg of the journey, what say you?"
Twelve forfend, if they can't even keep a bowl of soup down after this? They really will be tempted to strangle Estinien when they finally catch up to him!
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Right, anyway! If a few props were accidentally singed in all the excitement, it was a small price to pay...
Julien continued to sit there with eyes shut tight, willing the world around them to stop spinning. They could feel the little hatchling flatten against their shoulder, tail curled loosely around the back of their neck.
It helped. A little. Emotional support comes in all shapes and sizes, it seems.
Julien cracked one eye open at Ariane's approach, forcing a smile. "Couldn't hurt. Hells, might actually help!" That's said with a bit more confidence than they actually feel right now.
They could feel Ariane's aether weaving around them with the same warmth and familiarity of a favorite blanket. There was subtle differences in the way people wove their spells, and having fought together so often in the past, Julien had learned to recognize the feel of Ariane's spells, in particular.
The dizziness, at least, seemed to abate, but the pain in the gut was a constant companion, all the same. They heaved a sigh, leaning back on the heels of their hands. Their eyes grew unfocused as they stared skyward.
"A little better, thanks." The dragonet chirped once more against their ear. "Maybe now I can walk without the risk of heaving bile all over my boots, eh?"
There was literally nothing left in their stomach to expel, and now they were simultaneously ravenous and bloated, but they needed to eat something. "Lets grab a bowl of miso soup before the next leg of the journey, what say you?"
Twelve forfend, if they can't even keep a bowl of soup down after this? They really will be tempted to strangle Estinien when they finally catch up to him!