Yellow Weaver
Loomi was different. Quite literally, she was no longer the same. Weeks of stressful, restless nights, all culminating in the worst night she had ever had in her life. Tossing, turning, a thundering headache, and a terrible bout of nightmares. When she finally woke after a day long slumber, Loomi emerged from her room with a small pair of wings. To say that she was panicked was a bit of an understatement. After some late-night consulting from her Master, the Godoan scrambled to set up an appointment with her designated doctor in the Halls of Healing. She needed to know that everything was alright, physically speaking anyways.
And to get out her confused and muddled thoughts. That was a big one.
The teen awkwardly peered into Kat's work space, a nervous look growing on her face whenever she caught sight of the healer. This was all still very embarrassing. She looked even more ridiculous now. Loomi couldn't just stand at a distance though. Kat had to see what was wrong so she could assess her and see how bad this really was.
"M-miss Kat?" she began, wanting to first make her presence known. "I... uh..."
She let out a breath, stepping into the medical room. By this point the small moth-like wings were fully in view.
"S-something happened," the Godoan stammered. "I... I don't know what it is."