::Aurthur woke and opened his jaws to yawn and....BRRRRRRELLLLLLCH! Claws clamped over his muzzle, his gag reflex set in. Just by smelling his breath, one could tell that he had had one hell of a night of drinking. His head throbbed, his mouth was dry and had the taste of vomit. As he staggered to his feet and began to sway back and forth, it became apparant to him that he could not remember how he had gotten home the night before, but there he was.

Careful to creep through the cave to the entrance without stepping on his mate or his children, he staggered outside and promptly fell on his belly, wings fanned out in an odd fashion as he clutched the edge of the drop-off into the waterfall, dryheaving over the side.::

::he was sick, but of course he tried to save his own hide.:: Yes love, im alright........just.......::and he fell asleep, just like that. The sound of his snoring could be heard inside the cave!::

::with a start, he shook his head:: No, Im fine love, i just......need to get some air. Something I ate must not have agreed with me......::As if his stomach itself believed the lie, it began to rumble loudly, wether out of hunger, or some part of a sickness from the hang-over was yet to be seen.::