It's quite infectious, and one shouldn't touch it. Or breathe the air from one infected, if they can help it.
[Golden snake eyes settle on Fjord, looking carefully. Though it feels real in some kind of hazy sense, the fellow's unusual appearance helps solidify the dream in his mind, that it isn't quite real -- that they are both only visitors. And that among Mirrorbound, at times it's hard to determine just which side one falls on, witch or monster.
But if the man doesn't understand... a new visitor then, to these strange dreams.]
I don't think many here know how to purify it. I can't, though I've seen it before. Have you seen many others here, who seem as though they don't quite belong?
[He asks, subdued. There's nothing to fight against. Realistically, even by the time this fellow finds a more experienced Mirrorbound, it might be too late. No, he doesn't want to die, even if it's in a dream. But even in the time of this short conversations, the last couple feet near the tip of his tail has gone inky-black, curled into a tight spiral in pain and unable to move. One can almost watch the tendrils of black work their way along between the scales.]
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[Golden snake eyes settle on Fjord, looking carefully. Though it feels real in some kind of hazy sense, the fellow's unusual appearance helps solidify the dream in his mind, that it isn't quite real -- that they are both only visitors. And that among Mirrorbound, at times it's hard to determine just which side one falls on, witch or monster.
But if the man doesn't understand... a new visitor then, to these strange dreams.]
I don't think many here know how to purify it. I can't, though I've seen it before. Have you seen many others here, who seem as though they don't quite belong?
[He asks, subdued. There's nothing to fight against. Realistically, even by the time this fellow finds a more experienced Mirrorbound, it might be too late. No, he doesn't want to die, even if it's in a dream. But even in the time of this short conversations, the last couple feet near the tip of his tail has gone inky-black, curled into a tight spiral in pain and unable to move. One can almost watch the tendrils of black work their way along between the scales.]