Crevan
Could the buzz about the lower caverns not quell, for even a moment? Crevan rubbed just below his ear, irritated with the noisy chatter that surrounded him. Even with the oncoming of the spreading illness, the nervous chatter was still ever-present.
It had been some time since he and his sister had been searched, granted. Once the hatching had ended, Crevan hadn't felt any remorse at not being picked. He'd clearly guessed that neither of them would be picked(he had even tried to sway her out of going. What would have been the point?). If anything, he might have been spared heat blisters if they hadn't gone.
Shaking his head, he closed his eyes for the moment. Sharding headache...
This illness... Could it really be stopped? There were rumors he heard, about no cure? The thought almost sent shivers down his spine. But, then again, what were the odds they would catch it? Both he and Jemmanine rarely talked to anyone here. Well, as far as he knew. Plus, anyone showing signs of illness, they quarantined immediately. So, the risk of spreading was cut down immensely.
A voice cut through the endless chatter, through his cluttered thoughts. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the form of his sister. Smiling softly, he accepted the cup gratefully from her. "Mm, I wish. Not even I could figure that conundrum out." He teased her in return, watching her seat herself before taking a sip from the hot mug.
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