Post by archenstone on Sept 23, 2009 8:23:43 GMT -5
X'vier forced himself up from his bed and dressed himself. Near by Mirazeth watched anxiously. His eyes whirled rapidly in distressed at feeling just how....weak his normally strong and healthy rider was. He could almost feel the rasp in his own chest as his rider breathed.
You can't wait anymore Mine. Go see a healer.
X'vier turned and looked at him...eyes bright in a fever he swore wasn't there. "Nonsense Mirazeth you're over rea -cough cough cough wheeez cough-[/b]." The coughing halted his speech as he doubled over, arms wrapping across his stomach against the pain. The floor was littered in dark red spots....blood. Stains existed from where he had cleaned up similar droplets over the past few days. X'vier had locked himself away from people, munching on snacks he had pilfered on an earlier date till his throat got sore. He hates that....sore throat. He knew just the cure for it too...but didn't think they kept hard liquors in the weyr. He wasn't about to expose his family in getting some either.
He groaned, feeling to pain in his chest fade to a dull reminder that he was sick.
I have entertained your masochistic notions long enough. You are sick and if you don't go down to the infirmary not only will I announce it to the whole Weyr I will chase every singe thing that rises. And yes, I mean every single creature.
X'vier could only stare at him. He knew Mirazeth was serious...but couldn't picture the large and highly active dragon chasing a Wher or even worse....something tiny like a mandyr.
Chase?Minebigpet say CHASE! Passion glided down from a crack in the wall. Where pretty green? Glowing pretty green? Want green! Want pretty! He climed up X'vier's shirt and curled around the man's neck. He acted oblivious to X'vier's distress, instead craning his neck in search of glowing hide.
"Fine fine fine, Mirazeth. You take me over though, if I'm so sick." He grumbled. He was in a foul mood he was.So he climbed up on Mirazeth....not even bothering with flight gear as the brown flew the short distance to the infirmary.
Mirazeth crooned in worry as he landed. X'vier managed to get down, grumbling the whole time about "Just need some rest and whisky". Upon getting off his dragon he resumed coughing. Did it have to hurt so much? He made his way into the infirmary as a pale, sweaty and feverish version of his normal self.
You can't wait anymore Mine. Go see a healer.
X'vier turned and looked at him...eyes bright in a fever he swore wasn't there. "Nonsense Mirazeth you're over rea -cough cough cough wheeez cough-[/b]." The coughing halted his speech as he doubled over, arms wrapping across his stomach against the pain. The floor was littered in dark red spots....blood. Stains existed from where he had cleaned up similar droplets over the past few days. X'vier had locked himself away from people, munching on snacks he had pilfered on an earlier date till his throat got sore. He hates that....sore throat. He knew just the cure for it too...but didn't think they kept hard liquors in the weyr. He wasn't about to expose his family in getting some either.
He groaned, feeling to pain in his chest fade to a dull reminder that he was sick.
I have entertained your masochistic notions long enough. You are sick and if you don't go down to the infirmary not only will I announce it to the whole Weyr I will chase every singe thing that rises. And yes, I mean every single creature.
X'vier could only stare at him. He knew Mirazeth was serious...but couldn't picture the large and highly active dragon chasing a Wher or even worse....something tiny like a mandyr.
Chase?Minebigpet say CHASE! Passion glided down from a crack in the wall. Where pretty green? Glowing pretty green? Want green! Want pretty! He climed up X'vier's shirt and curled around the man's neck. He acted oblivious to X'vier's distress, instead craning his neck in search of glowing hide.
"Fine fine fine, Mirazeth. You take me over though, if I'm so sick." He grumbled. He was in a foul mood he was.So he climbed up on Mirazeth....not even bothering with flight gear as the brown flew the short distance to the infirmary.
Mirazeth crooned in worry as he landed. X'vier managed to get down, grumbling the whole time about "Just need some rest and whisky". Upon getting off his dragon he resumed coughing. Did it have to hurt so much? He made his way into the infirmary as a pale, sweaty and feverish version of his normal self.