Roleplaying as Pokémon 2

[Lord Windos]

Every was a blur to her by the time the battle ended. Things happened so suddenly, she hardly had a chance to react to the things around her (Excuse for my abscene!). Normally, she would have used her...less that flattering methods to rectify the threat of the nuisance marauders, but they were not thinking straight in battle.

Perhaps the room's design had something to do with it? Ah well, the battle ended in their favor, and everyone was...Faflin? Transforming back into its base form, it rushes over to the fallen dragon, pushing away the two little sheep. While she would normally be flirting with her ram by now, she has another actor to take care of!

Dramsama! Dramsama! (Oh deary me, are you alright, my comrade? Here, let me take care of you painful plight!) Dramsama's eyes started to glow after she said that, and her tail feathers light up evergreen in response. Then, bizaarely enough, the feather stretch over to the wounded snow dragon, and came in contact with his body. The feather then starting to gently pulse green energy, and Faflin started to glow the same color. Slowly, all the bruses and cuts that pepper their body faded away, along with all their acks and pains.

Once fully healed, the light show sooned ended, and Thespiae feather returned to their former position. Still, she was not quite through with them yet, as she proceeded to worry about him like a mother hen. Dramsama, Dramsama? Dramsama? Dramsama, Dramsama. (Dear Faflin, are thou alright? I have taken care of the worst of your injuries, but is their anything else I missed? My vision doth not see anything else wrong with you, but only you can be the judge of that.)