[A year ago, he may have agreed. But Vyng is pretty sure there's an actual reason this keeps bubbling to the surface — despite how many times he insists he doesn't care what a pompous ass like Eagle thinks anyway.
Sighing, he tilts his head up toward the gray winter sky. Clouds swirl around one another in an intricate dance, as if each bundle of water drops and ice crystals possesses a will of its own. The display is unlike anything you'd see in the material plane. Softly, Vyng adds:]
...It hurt.
[Eagle calling his form disgusting. Getting kicked to the curb like trash. Losing a friend because of a stupid mistake. All of it.]
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[A year ago, he may have agreed. But Vyng is pretty sure there's an actual reason this keeps bubbling to the surface — despite how many times he insists he doesn't care what a pompous ass like Eagle thinks anyway.
Sighing, he tilts his head up toward the gray winter sky. Clouds swirl around one another in an intricate dance, as if each bundle of water drops and ice crystals possesses a will of its own. The display is unlike anything you'd see in the material plane. Softly, Vyng adds:]
...It hurt.
[Eagle calling his form disgusting. Getting kicked to the curb like trash. Losing a friend because of a stupid mistake. All of it.]