Dagon awoke the next night with a head that pounded, and little memory of what he had done. What was it that he had accomplished?
....Sometimes he swore time just got away from him, or skipped out on him. As he tried to delve into the lost memories from a mere few hours ago, it was all fuzzy and hard to recall.
Why did this happen so often? Perhaps he'd find time to figure out medicine or some kind of help to manage it.
The prince groaned audibly and brushed his long black hair out of his 'hot' face, and then up and over his the top of his head to where it all completely freed his flesh as air wafted over him.
Without a knock, the door opened, and in walked Natalie - who had what appeared to be a bottle of something that bubbled in both of her hands. "...How are you feeling?"
"I think so? My head hurts - and I can't remember what I did last night." He answered her with a weak disturbance in his throat.
