1X1 With Weeping_Angel }Y{: Majesty and Nagen

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Majesty twitches again and then goes completely still, sagging in peace as if she were dead. No breathing could be heard, her chest didn't rise nor fall, and there was no pulse or heartbeat to feel.

Blossom continues to search through the water before giving up and surfacing, swimming beside the boat in an attempt to calm herself.

[Maxella Roe]

"What's going on!?" Nagen demanded, grabbing her muzzle and gently slapping a few times to try and rouse her. "Majesty!"

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Majesty does't respond, everything around her dark.

After a short time, Blossom pulls herself onto the deck and lets the water drip off her fur, too disheartened to care after not finding Nagen for the minutes she was in the water.

[Maxella Roe]

"Majesty!" He shook her again vigorously, unsure what to do. "Majesty!" His voice pleaded for a response.

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Majesty stays limp in his arms for a long time. The darkness had given way to light, and she saw a shadow of a voxxie. "Do not rush the time you have, when years to go you keep. Do not end a fight in hate, or years will fade away," a strong voice warns before the light hits her in the chest, and she gasps, spluttering in his hold.

[Maxella Roe]

He spat curse after curse as he slapped her on the back to try and clear the cough from her chest.

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Majesty continues to cough for a few long minutes before it finally slows and she can breathe. Her air comes in gasps but at least she's getting it, although she still felt rather numb all over. She tries to speak his name, but all that comes out is a garbled "Nnnnn."

[Maxella Roe]

"What's going on?" He demanded to no one in particular. He didn't understand what was going on, and it frustrated him.

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

She whimpers and presses into him, crying. Her heart hurt more than anything. The problem was she couldn't talk to apologize, whether she knew what she has done or not.

[Maxella Roe]

"Hey. Calm down." He told her as she buried herself in his wet arms. He wasn't outwardly expressive at the moment, but inwardly he was worried.