Rainbow Hills — Mandatory Spa Day [Open]

Oh, she's one of those literal sorts, huh? Larkspur nodded to themself, making a mental note to be at least slightly more clear when they're being sarcastic. Usually, they wouldn't adjust such a large part of themself for a stranger, but if they were to be trapped together, the wolf knew they'd have to make a few concessions. In the name of survival. They listened passively to the other's introduction, making an appropriate nose of impressment at the trick of tossing the knife and catching it again. Larkspur genuinely didn't mind listening to others ramble and talk. Though boasting could be annoying, it wasn't often that Larkspur was capable of carrying a conversation by themself. They chuckled to themself, the corner of their muzzle quirking up slightly in amusement as they twisted to continue nipping through their ruffled wings. This wolf - Reed, they mused - didn't seem to be too much of a threat and the sooner their wings were flight-worthy again, the sooner they could sort a way out of this admittedly beautiful rainbow mountain-scale. "Poof, huh?" the winged-wolf chuckled, raising a brow. Well, given they had almost drowned and awoke in this strange world, they suppose vanishing and reappearing at random must be another possibility of the world. Distressing, but what could they do? "That's a far nicer way. No, some wolf must have pissed off a god of the seas because the river I was resting near flooded and the current swept me away. When I woke up, I was surrounded by fire and smoke." They pointed their free wing back in the direction they'd come from. "Forced me to fly on bad wings when the earth itself started growling - now I'm land bound like the rest of you," something that wore a somewhat bitter taste on their tongue. Larkspur enjoyed flying, had been in love with it since they'd properly figured out all of the mechanics behind it and though they didn't always fly, being denied the option in this way was frustrating. Another drizzle of broken, tattered feathers fluttered to the ground and with a soft sigh, they folded the wing in - alright, that was one down and one to go. For now, though, they stretched and arched their back, rising to their paws. "Purgatory likely isn't the name of this place doll," said the brown furred wolf. They cocked their head, offering a quirked brow, "If you're a monster-hunter, then you'd be able to fight any creatures that came after this injured bird, yes?" Sure, they were laying it on a bit thick but by gods did they not want to risk running into some creature alone. --- Speech.