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 Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 4:59 pm
B'ron and Hath
It had been days. Fever had raged in the brownrider's body, often high, sometimes low, but always there. The healer despaired of ever breaking it, though she had tried several febrifuges. They worked, but only temporarily. She also worried about B'ron's complaints of 'burning eyes'. As he would not open them, whether out of delirium or perverseness she did not know, she could not even attempt to treat it.
So B'ron tossed and turned, often too far gone in his delusions to speak to Ixiara, his roommate. Sometimes he spoke but it was to his mother, or to his late father. Sometimes he cried out for Hath, who was always there in his mind, soothing his rider as best he could. Coughs wracked his body to the point where he was beyond making the raspy sound of air passing through his raw throat. His stomach clenched and he heaved as if he were coughing, but there was no sound. A rash broke out on his body but after a judicious application fof ointment it soon faded. Luckily for B'ron he experienced no seizures during his time of illness -- only a high, raging fever.
Then, to the obvious joy of the red-headed healer attending him, his fever went down. It stayed down, and while it was not gone completely B'ron was not scorching the hands of those who touched him. He stopped flopping around the bed in distress; he stopped murmuring to invisible family members. His breathing became more even, and he stopped convulsing in coughs. The treatments of Healer Vay began to work more efficiently as his body fought off the disease, and so his throat was soothed and his aches relieved after her ministrations. Hath risked sleep, and the brown slept comfortably for several hours, catching up on much needed rest. When he awoke, Hath was pleased to find a lucid mind waiting for him.
You are awake! he said to His, and though no one could see it the brown flapped his wings in pleasure on his ledge.
I . . I think I am, Hath. I'm so horribly tired. B'ron replied sluggishly, getting his bearings but still not opening his eyes.
You should sleep, then, Hath said, practically.
I've slept too much.
That was hardly sleep, Mine. You did not rest. You should rest now. You need it if you are going to get better quickly. The brown could hardly contain his excitement. It would have been infectious, but B'ron was much too tired to be excited. He merely felt relieved.
I think I will. Is Gar still with you? B'ron's mental tone was becoming slurred as his thoughts were harder to organize. The exhaustion that encompassed his body and mind ran deep.
He spends time with me and with Yokaith. She manages to keep him under control because she is a gold, and I keep him under control because I am big. I had to tell him that he cannot see you, and he got angry and went between. Yokaith said that he is with her. I did not tell him where you are because I am afraid he will not be good in there, or fall ill.
You did well, my friend. I think I will rest now . . except let me first check on Ixiara.
Hath did not respond with words; instead he sent his rider a wave of relief and love, stronger than the rider was used to. B'ron paused for a moment, and then opened his eyes.
He wondered, for a second, if he had not opened his eyes. He had, in fact. The world was black to him now. He turned his head back and forth, looking for a spark of light. The brownrider figured that the glows were dimmed. He had no idea what time it was, but perhaps it was the middle of the night. To his dismay, there was no spark of light. This was black; horribly black.
He began to panic, an unspeakable fear filling him. "Hath!" he cried, both in his head and out loud. He scrambled to stand, tangled in furs. His feet hit the floor sooner than he expected, jolting his ankles. He stood, his hands out, grasping at air. "Hath! I cannot see!"
Hath took a moment to look through his rider's eyes and saw what B'ron saw: nothing.
Be calm, Mine. Be calm. I will bespeak Consecreth.
Hath tried to maintain a calm tone, and he did, much to his credit. He busily began to speak to Consecreth, asking for Vay.
B'ron tripped. Over what, he did not know, but it sent him sprawling. He was much, much too weak to catch his fall. He had not accounted for his weakness when he stood, fueled by fear and a desire to find something visible around him, but now he lay on the stone floor, to weary and dizzy to move. His heart hammered and his head swam. He did not know where he was. He didn't even know if Ixiara was in the room with him, and he was too afraid to ask. What if . . .
It was more convienient to focus on the current problem than on the possibilities that crowded in his mind. He could not see. His eyes had burned so horribly, and now he could not see. Slowly, he let himself begin to put the pieces together, too tired to fight it off. The fever had burned his eyes, and now he could not see.
"I'm blind," he said very softly, almost questioningly.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:10 pm
The road to recovery was slow. Ixiara had experience with this fact, having seen her mother fall ill several times and also having dealt with outbreaks among the animals. She knew that healing needs time. It didn't make her feel much better, of course: but she knew it was true.
As B'ron had grown weaker, Ixiara had gradually grown stronger. It had taken a few days for her to notice it, and when she finally did it was only because Ghinath was remarking that she was making sense again. She still suffered from terrible fever chills and humiliating weakness, but Ghinath was firm in her opinion. You are using words that make sense, your mind is clearer. You are getting well. The feirceness of the green's tone surprised Ixiara at first, but then she realized how frightened Ghinath must have been, how miserable, and she understood a little better why the young dragon refused to consider that Ixiara wouldn't get well. Dear Ghinath, marvelous, wonderful, beautiful Ghinath.
As she grew strong enough to sit up in bed without coughing, Ixiara's mood and outlook improved slightly as well. She did not attempt to leave her bed again, but she did try to talk with B'ron every so often. She even tried tentatively talking to Hath; trying to ease his worries. Ghinath was better at the latter task, so soon Ixiara just had the young green give Hath regular updates. A small seed of worry was taking root in her mind, though. Ixiara missed her dragon very much, so much that it was like physical pain at times, but with B'ron delirious and seemingly worse every day she didn't think that she could bear to leave him either. It was very miserable to contemplate, and even worse was the knowlege that, when it came down to it, there was really no question about what Ixiara would decide if the choice was forced upon her.
The day that Ixiara was allowed to try walking again was also the day that the healer attending them smiled with relief and announced that B'ron's fever had broken. Ixiara, who had finally managed to stand without wobbling, collapsed backward onto her bed in relief, leaning forward and putting her head in her hands, unsure if she wanted to laugh or to cry. Probably both. Ghinath was amused by it all, and not irritated as Ixiara had expected. That night B'ron did not moan or stir even once, and the next day was almost as good. Ixiara began to hope faintly that B'ron would wake up soon.
The day wore on and she grew sleepy, having walked around the perimiter of the room a few times without having to stop even once. She was as proud of herself as a toddler might be after taking their very first steps, and for the first time in a while Ixiara allowed herself to be optomistic. She was better, B'ron was beginning to recover, and even Ghinath had caught the cheery mood. The little terror had even consented to nuzzle the brave soul who had brought her food that night, and had been very amused by the look of shock on the man's face. Leaning back onto her pillows, Ixiara closed her eyes and sighed softly, feeling like she might drift off in a moment or two.
B'ron moved suddenly, and Ixiara was beginning to look over at him when his voice ran out. "I cannot see!"
I cannot see... I cannot see... I cannot see...
Color seemed to drain from the small room. The world became a complex mix of greys and blacks. As the floor dropped from beneath her and the weight in her stomach dragged her down, everything else seemed to shatter into pieces of broken glass and disappear leaving nothing left but empty blankness. Ghinath felt her rider's distress and raised her head, trilling in alarm. But by that point Ixiara had returned to herself. She pushed the covers back, shaking a little as she stood up again. The floor was cold against her bare feet. Ice to match the lump in her stomach. Her mind understood but her heart would not believe it, could not believe it. B'ron was going to be fine! He had been getting better! This couldn't happen now. It couldn't. He was delirious again, that was it. It was just a fever dream... just a dream.
Oh, please, please, let it be a dream!
B'ron was on his feet faster than Ixiara was, and by the time she could reach him he had caught his foot against the stand between their cots. She winced as he fell, but she was even more worried when he didn't move again. Had he knocked himself between with that fall? She knelt slowly next to him and was opening her mouth to speak when he spoke again.
"B'ron?" She asked softly, refusing to acknowlege his statement. Ixiara gently reached out a hand and touched his forehead, smoothing the hair away that had fallen into his eyes. "B'ron? Answer me, please." Her voice was calm and quiet, she was relieved to note - the last thing he needed now was a girl flying to pieces over him. Carefully, so as not to jar him too much after his fall, she reached under him and slowly turned him over, cradling his upper body in her arms. The part of her that always remained distant and calculating remarked how silly they must look; B'ron being so much larger than herself.
What is wrong with him? Ghinath asked, worried on her rider's behalf. Leaning B'ron's head against her shoulder, gently placing a hand on his forehead, Ixiara swallowed against the lump in her throat.
Oh, Ghinath, She repeated the name over and over, breathing in her dragon's comfort the way someone drowning would breathe air, Oh Ghinath he can't see!
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:36 pm
B'ron and Hath
B'ron started as he felt a cool, soft hand brush his forehead. He wondered briefly who it was but Ixiara's voice reached him through the haze of weariness. He was considerably reassured. However, he couldn't answer. It was enough just to breathe at that moment, for his sudden burst of movement had cost him dearly energy-wise.
He felt his body being manipulated. In truth he had lost weight, though vomiting hadn't been a problem during his illness. The fever had nearly consumed him, it seemed, for he was lighter than he had been since adolescence. There wasn't a trace of fat on his body, and his face, normally softened by a boyish roundness, was now dominated by cheekbones and a more defined jawbone. His hair, none too clean, had grown during his illness as well, as it grew fast.
He could not see but he trusted Ixiara implicitly, and did not resist as he moved him about. He felt his body resting against hers and marveled momentarily that the occurence he had pondered on a lot was happening in a way completely opposite of how he had imagined. He sighed heavily.
"Ixiara." Her name was a statement, filled with gratitude and yet shamefully said. He did not like being so exposed and vulnerable. He was terribly weak, something that, as a man, he had never wanted Ixiara to see him as. "Ixiara, I can't see you," he said softly, his raspy voice forming the words with difficulty. He let himself rest in her arms, knowing that while his instinct was to get up and declare that he was fine the frank fact was that he was not.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:49 pm
Ixiara leaned her head to one side, resting it on top of B'ron's. She had to grit her teeth together momentarily to regain control over herself. B'ron's voice was very weak, she noted sadly, closing her eyes. She started to say "It's all right," but barely got past the first word. It was not all right. Things would never, ever, be the same again for him. Ever.
I don't understand: he has eyes. Why should he not see?
I don't know why, Ixiara answered sadly, The sickness must have done it somehow. When he opens his eyes he sees nothing.
"I'm here," She said to B'ron softly, "I'll..." She swallowed hard, wanting to keep her voice from cracking, "I'll stay with you, B'ron. I'll help you."
Ghinath, she said quietly, remembering the black haired girl who loved B'ron also. Please tell Yokaith that B'ron is... tell her she should speak to Hath. Onie... Onie should know. Better sooner than later, I suppose. She looked up at B'ron's cot, knowing that she should get him back there before he became chilled but without a clue how to do it. Reaching down, she gently took B'ron's hand in hers and tried to get her mind to clear, to see further than a few steps ahead.
If it will please you, Ghinath said, still sounding confused and not really understanding things yet. Searching out the mind of the young queen who was several cots away, Ghinath said, Forgive the disturbance. You should bespeak Hath, please. My rider says that there is news of the man he is bonded to.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:08 pm
B'ron and Hath
In Onie's cot, where the girl lay fast asleep, there was a rustle as Yokaith was roused. She listened to the message dutifully, her tail flicking in distress. Should she wake up Hers? After a brief moment of consideration the gold decided to bespeak Hath first.
I shall. Thank you, Ghinath, she added the last part hurriedly before she forgot, as her Onie was determined that the dragon would have excellent manners. She began her correspondence with Hath.
Ghinath says there is news of B'ron, she said curiously. I am already awake and if you would tell me now I will wake Mine and tell her.
Hath hesitated only slightly before he informed Yokaith of the latest development. I would not suggest waking up Yours yet, he added thoughtfully. It is late, and it may go away. Let Yours sleep but please inform her in the morning.
There was a long pause before Yokaith answered, and when she did, her voice was thick and heavy, like a dense fog settling over a forest. Mine needs her rest. I will tell her in the morning. Everything she eats returns, and so tomorrow she is going to the infirmary. She was going to go tonight but she was very dizzy, and I could not find Elenneth's mind. I have never spoken to her before. The gold was silent afterward, presumably returning to her slumber. Hath thanked her anyway, and began the task of relaying the message.
Ixiara, Ghinath, Yokaith has been told. She also says that Onie may be falling ill. There will be no one to take care of Mine, unless you are willing to do it. You are ill as well, but I don't think he will be too much of a task for the next few days. He is tired. Also, please don't tell him of Onie. I will when the time is right. Hath said, and it seemed as if he sighed inside their minds.
All of this was kept private from B'ron, who was whirling in his own world of anguish -- and happiness. It was a strange combination and it threw him off, but he did manage to speak.
"You will?" he said, still hoarse. "You know, Ixiara," he continued slowly, "I never wanted you to see me this way. But I'm glad that you will stay with me."
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:39 pm
Ghinath, settling back down but mumbling unhappily, sent Hath confirmation that she and Ixiara would hold their peace on that subject. The green did not understand, and it frustrated her a little, so she paid close attention to the situation through Ixiara's eyes. Ixiara was shocked by the news that Onie might be ill as well, and spent several long moments of internal conflict on the floor. B'ron's answer pushed her over.
A little longer, dear heart? Please? Can you give me just a little longer?
Ghinath rumbled, her lips pulling back slightly from her teeth. She stretched out her claws and raked them back in across the surface of her bed, not hesitating in the least to tell Ixiara exactly how displeased she was.
Ghinath, you know I won't refuse you if you ask me to come back. But please, just a little longer. Ixiara's agony at the choice she had feared was easy for Ghinath to see, and the green experienced a moment of wavering resolve. She knew that if she said no Ixiara would listen to her, and that helped sway the dragon. Still grumbling, Ghinath touched B'ron's mind with hers for an instant, trying to understand what could have such an effect on her rider. The shock of understanding was enough to snap Ghinath out of her resentment. Now she truly understood why he was upset. She raised her head and blinked, staring off into the distance. Ixiara sensed that Ghinath was thinking very quickly, but also very hard, selfish desire, lonliness and longing warring with her girl's happiness. Ghinath's mood and mental touch softened, and this time she actually spoke to B'ron.
I will allow her to stay with you. Only for a while! She was quick to add, though her tone was not as harsh as the words. On your feet, brownrider, she said softly, encouragingly, suffusing him with the mental narcotic that was her voice, Hold your head up and remember that my girl loves you. Be worthy of it.
Ixiara's cheeks erupted into a violent red shade and her heartbeat quickened, shocked that Ghinath would say such things and a little miffed as well. That was one confession she would have preferred to say herself, and she wouldn't have picked now to do it. Clearing her throat and blinking back the moisture in her eyes, she brought her hands up and hugged B'ron gently. "Well," she tried, stopping and swallowing again, "Well... you heard her, I suppose. I will stay. I don't care, B'ron," she said, her voice dropping. "My opinion of you has not changed, nor will it ever."
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:31 pm
B'ron and Hath
Ghinath's touch was not as startling as he might have originally expected. It was gentle, almost addicting. He listened to her and remained still, hardly knowing what to do. Here he was, sprawled out on the cold stone floor, using Ixiara for support. It seemed to him as if he was not worthy at all of Ixiara's love. For a moment he let himself wallow, his mind rejecting the idea of trying to get up. What was the point? He couldn't see, and he didn't know if this was permanent or not. If it was, he'd hardly be an adequate dragonrider, as he would be prevented from flying Thread. How could he then be worthy of Ixiara? She was the rider of a fighting dragon. He thought of all of this as he was silent, the only sound coming from him being his raspy breathing.
Not everything is tallied by dragons or abilities, Mine. Hath said gently to His. For instance, think of the apprentice. A good apprentice works hard and struggles to become better, making them a good and worthy person though they don't seem important. Hath did not continue his little speech, sensing that His understood his point yet wasn't in the frame of mind to ponder much more.
With a deep sigh, the man began to move. He struggled to sit up on his own, taking a long time to cross his legs and stay upright. He was a little ways away from Ixiara and his hand fumbled along the floor, feeling for her. He touched her leg, and then searched for her hand, finally grasping it in his. His hand was no longer burning with finger, but it was trembling.
"I just wish I could see you," he said softly.
Before, however, he could make a declaration, the door opened. It was Vay, looking as if she had just woken up. Her hair was messy and the lines of sleep were evident on her face, and her normally crisp robe was obviously yesterday's. Behind her was a young but capable apprentice, carrying a variety of things in a canvas bag. She, also, looked as if she had just woken.
"What have we here?" Vay asked, quite amiable for someone whose sleep had been disturbed. "Consecreth sent me with a strange report. My, it's dark. First let me light some glows and then we'll get things going."
The bluerider could only see the outline of the pair on the floor. She did not question their presence there, preferring to begin lighting the room. "Watch your eyes," she said as she did so, and the room was gradually flooded with light. "I need it bright to work. I know it's aggrivating."
The apprentice remained by the doorway, alertly waiting for instruction. Vay turned after lighting the last glow and stood before the pair, with her hands on her hips.
"Now, why are the two of you sitting on this floor? It's cold, and you'll catch a chill," she said sternly. She observed their clasped hands but said nothing, instead making a comment to her apprentice. "Send someone to get some braziers and Cromcoal to put in them. Now that our brownrider here isn't so feverish we can heat this room a little more."
B'ron waited until after she spoke, turning his head in her direction. "I cannot see," he said, opening his eyes wide as if that would help. In the light, his eyeballs were visible. They had changed drastically from that piercing hazel he had sported to a milky white, with a dirty, muddish looking splotch where his pupils had once been.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 6:47 pm
Ixiara sat quietly, relieved, sad, anxious and unbelievably tired all at once. With all of the negative emotions swirling in her mind, it wasn't surprising that she missed noticing that she was also happy. Ghinath noticed it, though, and eased up a little more. The release of more of the tension that had stressed her rider was enough to convince the green that she had done the right thing. She laid her head back down on her forpaws, sighing gustily. Ixiara wanted to say more, perhaps try to comfort B'ron, but instinct told her not to interrupt his thoughts. So she simply stayed still as the blush faded slowly from her cheeks, both relieved and a little nervous that B'ron hadn't said anything yet. She felt his sigh travel through him and made no move to stop him as he tried to get up. She was all too familiar with frustrations of sickness and understood in a vague way that you have to get to your feet on your own in the end. She smiled to herself a little sadly as B'ron managed to finally sit up. Her eyelids dropped a little as she looked down to follow his searching hand, closing them completely when he missed her hand and found her leg instead. She compared this newer, hesitant B'ron to the B'ron of only a few months ago. He was still the same, in a way, but that sturdiness, that confident nature of his seemed to have taken a blow. She felt his fingers trembling and, biting her lip, she squeezed them gently. B'ron had been her rock and her anchor when her world had changed completely, he had been her friend before she had had Ghinath to love her. Perhaps now it was time for her to return the favor. She would be his rock now.
"I know, B'ron," She said, keeping her hand steady but not opening her eyes. In the dark room she could almost imagine what it must be like for him at this moment. She, too, was cut off by the door opening. Startled, having forgotten about healers completely, Ixiara whipped her head up and stared at Vay with wide eyes. Her cheeks colored again when she realized that she and B'ron were both on the floor still. Mumbling something unintelligeble, even to herself, Ixiara looked back down at the floor. She felt rather like an errant young child under the look Vay was giving her. "... not cold," She said at last, quietly and still without looking up. She finally raised her head when B'ron spoke and felt a jolt of sympathy go through her belly at the sight of his eyes. Turning her face up, a silent plea on her face, she asked, "Can you do anything for him?" Something in her gut told Ixiara what the answer would be, but she couldn't not ask.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 7:47 pm
B'ron and Hath
"Well, now, I'll see what can be done," Vay said soothingly. Then, she began to take on the brisk, decisive manner that was always present when she was working. "First, though, I'll need to get the two of you back on your cots. Greenrider, this is the second time I've caught you on the floor, you know. You are very vulnerable right now. Have you ever heard of a secondary infection? Right now you could catch a horrible cold that while not fatal normally would just wipe you out," she said. Her words may have been harsh but there was an undercurrent of geunine concern. "I need both of you to stay on your cots. Walking around and getting a little exercise is one thing, of course, but sitting on this dreadfully cold floor . ."
The redhead began to move. She walked to her apprentice and relieved the young girl of the bag. "I need you to go get those braziers and Cromcoal now. Try the kitchens first. There won't be anyone awake at this hour, but the glows should be lit. Then, after you've brought those, go fetch some fresh furs, as well as some ragrugs. Take a glow with you. Be quick but don't hurt yourself," she finished, handing the girl a glow off of the wall. The apprentice nodded and scurried off.
Then, Vay turned and strode quickly to the space between the cots. She snatched the furs off of them and tossed them in the corners. "Those smell wretched. I'm sure new bedding would help," she said as she did so. She fluffed their pillows as well, in a effort to make the cots look more appetizing.
"Now," she said. "Ixiara, I'm going to help you on your cot first. I know that you're weak, and it's fine. At least you're alive. Don't be afraid to lean on me, dear. I've toted much heavier patients than you," Vay said, crouching to put Ixiara's arm around her shoulders. Slowly, carefully, she stood and helped the girl stand also, and guided her to her cot. She eased Ixiara into the cot with the utmost care. "Your blankets will be here shortly."
Vay turned to B'ron, who had been sitting all thsi time, listening to the Healer and Ixiara patiently. There was nothing for him to do but wait, and so he sat, ignoring the cold that was beginning to creep into his legs. He felt the soft hands of the healer on him, and before he knew it, he was sitting on his cot again. Vay requested that he remain sitting up so she could examine him, before fetching a stool from the corner and sitting in the meager space between beds.
"Alright, B'ron. You say that you can't see. Your Hath told my Consecreth that you were very frantic and so I came as quickly as I could. Your chest is scraped," she noted. "I'll get some numbweed for that."
The Healer pulled a compact jar of numbweed from the bag sitting beside the stood and opened it. The smell filled the room as she began to slather it across the brownrider's bare chest.
"During your fever, which you may or may not remember, you complained of burning eyes. Now, I've done a bit of research. This plague hasn't just hit Telgar alone," she said gravely. Her voice dropped in pitch from the cheerful tones of before, to a more serious chord. "The aftereffects of this illness aren't good. It's possible not to have any backlash at all, but that is rare. At best, you get a weakened immune system or lung capacity. At worse, death. Amputations, deafness, blindness . . All of these have been reported due to this illness."
She said the next parts very slowly, almost sadly. "B'ron, I'm afraid this may be permanent. I'm afraid you may be blind." She held up a hand to forestall any protests, though B'ron's lips weren't moving. "Of course, things happen. You may regain your sight but . . B'ron, your eyes don't look as if they'll ever see again. They've changed in appearance to a milky white and brown, not like normal eyes. They look like blind eyes."
Vay wished heartily that she didn't have to make such an announcement at such a late hour, or that she had to make the diagnosis at all. However, it wasn't in her nature to leave a patient waiting and so she told him, trying to ease the blow without causing too much false hope. Patients always hoped, it seemed.
As for B'ron, he was numb, both inside and out. The words were comprehended slowly and he sat, closing his eyes. His hands traveled up to his face and pressed against his eyelids, as if he could rub the blindness away.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 3:29 pm
"M'all right," Ixiara mumbled quietly to Vay, avoiding her eyes but feeling an absurd desire to grin despite her embaressment. She didn't protest as Vay lifted her up to her feet and guided her back to her cot. Ixiara couldn't help herself as the healer fluffed her pillows; she accidentally let a tiny laugh out. She was used to handling everything for herself, and being relegated to a position similar to a child's appealed to her sense of the ridiculous. She took the scolding in good humor, therefore, and kept silent. She had to admit, now that a healer was here to look after B'ron and she could relax a little, she was bone tired.
Ghinath gave the mental equivalent of a 'hmph,' though she was in fairly good humor. I forgive you by the way, the green said, knowing Ixiara felt guilty as well as tired. Letting out her breath in a great whoosh, Ixiara smiled with relief and just about drowned Ghinath with thoughts of love and adoration. Ghinath trilled a little and shifted a little on her cot to be more comfortable. You should sleep, Ixiara, she said, drifting off herself even as the words left her.
Ixiara watched Vay as she sat beside B'ron and began to examine him. The pungeant scent of numbweed assaulted her nostrils and she wrinkled her nose a bit and leaned backward. She didn't want to lay down again until her cot was put back together because getting back up would be a hassle. She listened quietly as Vay listed the most common end results of this illness, growing cold at the thought of just how lucky she really was. She seemed to deflate slightly at the diagnosis offered to B'ron, the last bit of her that had hoped he would get back his sight dying. She had a few questions but did not want to get too involved with the discussion, and instead concentrated on Ghinath's sleepy presence. On the rise and fall of her sides as she breathed, the slow closing of each of her eyelids, the minute twitches of her tail... With another soft sigh, Ixiara slowly lay down on her side, burrowing into her pillow without realizing it, and telling herself she would only close her eyes for a minute... just to give them a rest...
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 3:10 pm
B'ron and Hath
After making her announcement, Vay began to do a normal exam on B'ron. He was much improved, to her delight. It seemed as if he didn't have any other life altering effects, though only time would tell. He was exhausted, fretful, and achey, but that was to be expected.
B'ron remained silent, only answering questions if Vay asked them once or twice. Vay could not blame him for his quiet demeanor at present and simply let him be, not trying to engage him in conversation. She rose from her stool and resisted the most unprofessional urge to stretch and yawn.
The apprentice returned soon after Vay had put the stool back in the corner, with two drudges behind her. Each drudge carried a brazier filled with Cromcoal, and the apprentice carried two fresh furs as well as two clean, if somewhat worn, ragrugs.
Vay gestured for B'ron to lay back, and then realized that he couldn't see her gestures. Embarassed, the Healer cleared her throat and said quietly, "B'ron, you may lay back now. Ila is back with braziers for heat and new furs." The redhead's eyes flickered to Ixiara, and she noted that the girl was already laying back, and nearly asleep. The bluerider had wanted to examine her as well but it seemed as if there was nothing pressingly wrong, so she let it go.
Quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeping greenrider, Vay spread the furs over the two. She also put the ragrugs down at the side of the cots so, should one of them decide to sit up, their feet wouldn't automatically hit the cold floor.
"Ila, remind me to bring these two slippers tomorrow. I think Ixiara is ready to start walking a little more, and we'll be helping B'ron get up as well," she said over her shoulder to the apprentice. Ila was busy lighting the braziers, having dismissed the drudges.
With a satisfied air Vay looked over the room. It was clean, freshened, and it contained healing patients. She had not lost these two. She began to dim the glows, stepping out once darkness had overtaken the room.
((Shall we end this here?))
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