Rainbow Hills — Mandatory Spa Day [Open]

"Yep, haven't even been here a night yet," Larkspur confirmed, shaking their un-groomed wing a little bit to dislodge the latest wall of feathers. Normally they would try to wait until the conversation was over, but it felt like the longer they stood still, the drier and more brittle they became. And brittle feathers felt very similar to her wing being full of bramble thorns, all sticking her at once. They were a bit embarrassed to admit that their ears perked up, swiveling forward to focus on the monster-hunter standing before her at the remark that she'd be willing to help the feathered wolf return to the sky. Gods, that would be the greatest gift they could ever be given. Their tail gave a somewhat pup-like wag of pleasure, relief flooding their body as Reed began laying out a plan. Admittedly, they didn't feel very hungry (they never were when they were mid-molt) but water would be nice on their dry tongue and raspy mouth if they could find any. Another pang throbbed through their chest at the reminder that they couldn't just take off and scan the area for water - they would have to find water the old-fashioned way - on paw. "...sure," Larkspur agreed, a bit relieved that their bid for help was successful. Seeing the paw sticking out, they mentally shrugged and picked a seemingly random direction (away from the burning mountains) and in pursuit of a proper, steep slope. "Water flows downhill, so I suppose we should find a low-spot." They glanced up at the sun - still decently high overhead, but it wouldn't remain that way for long, they think. Before they knew it, the brilliant sun would be setting and Larkspur would be stranded on the ground in a strange place with a stranger as their only protection against any creatures that could be lying in wait. --- Speech.