Syndicate had no idea Ann recognized the dragon's gaze, the gaze begging for help and notice. All he knew was he was cranky. Tired and wanted to just run. His soul was yearning for the water for a good reason. He was dying. Dying and needed to be submerged in water. Since he had been eight years old he mostly kept his dragon form hidden from sight unless discarded into the darkest part of the dungeons of Malora's castle. Only a few times did he take the form but had to stop when the guards began to catch on that a creature was in the dungeons. The male looked to them before he fell over. The wind ripped from his lung as his body began to shut down. He looked asleep from all of the excitement.<br/><br/>Yet the excitement did not die down as he lay prone waking up here and there, looking to Ann with a gaze that thanked her for telling Kate. Closing his eyes once more he felt his body lifted. It was now a race.<br/><br/>The cold did not enter the skin of the male as he was placed in the back of the carriage. Wrapped in the blankets of Kate's bed the male tossed and turned as a fever began to rise and run rampant through his body. The ride was riddled with bumps and leaps that caused Syn to nearly scream. Speed took them over the landscape as he felt his senses suddenly shut down. The world went silent. Deaf.<br/><br/>His eyes opened as he could smell the lake... the fish riddled waters. His breaths were gasps and chokes as his lungs were collapsing. Almost like a fish out of water. Moving he clawed his way to sit up as he gripped his throat. Trying to pull his airway open, gasping and failing to keep awake as he fell from the carriage. Pushing up his eyes looked to the water. Ice crested over the glistening black mass underneath. His body could feel it. He needed to get to the lake.<br/><br/>One look as Kate...<br/><br/>One look at the ice...<br/><br/>Standing he wobbled, lifting his foot he walked through the snow. His skin red from the damp snow. Dropping the blanket he walked. Each step was one of pain. Walking through the snow. Each step crunched a little under his weight before he got onto the ice. It groaned and creaked under the pressure of his form. Never once did he look back- even as the ice cracked open under the weight of his body as his legs gave out. Falling into the water with a splash. A soft spray of water went up as his form... vanished beneath the surface and the shattered ice.<br/><br/><br/>(OOC: Need music for the moment? Use this track<span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">⤘</span><a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Utz0_7g47UQ">TSFH Music Link</a>)