13.Oct.13, 09:27 PM
V'riy grumbled irritably from where he lay on his bed as he waited for Morith to return from hunting, aggravated with the sudden unexplainable heat wave. It was as if someone had just turned up the heat for some unknown reason. He worried about Ce'lie - she had been taken to the Healing Hall after passing out in her hut.
Twilirth had contacted Morith immediately and the healers had brought her core temperature down quickly enough, but V'riy couldn't stop worrying. The last time someone dear to him had cause to be in the Healing Hall, they hadn't come out. They had never gotten better. Of course, that had been a different situation entirely but V'riy hadn't been able to really settle down and relax since Ce'lie had been moved there.
V'riy blinked as his stomach growled angrily at him. What time was it, anyway? he thought as he realized that he had given Morith leave to hunt without making sure to fill his own belly. He threw his legs over the side of his bed and stood up as he dressed quickly. He had overslept by quite a bit today. The heat was making him one lazy, cranky bronzerider... and he normally enjoyed the warmer weather.
With a huge yawn, he moved into the kitchenette and poured himself a glass of water. Downing it thirstily, water gathered along the edges of mouth and dribbled down either side of his face. He wiped away the moisture with his sleeve and turned toward the door as he heard the sound of someone knocking.
I come, the bronze said as his rider crossed the distance to the door and paused before it. He shook his head as he tried to clear it in the oppressive heat. He couldn't remember if he had plans with anyone.
Who could this be?
Twilirth had contacted Morith immediately and the healers had brought her core temperature down quickly enough, but V'riy couldn't stop worrying. The last time someone dear to him had cause to be in the Healing Hall, they hadn't come out. They had never gotten better. Of course, that had been a different situation entirely but V'riy hadn't been able to really settle down and relax since Ce'lie had been moved there.
V'riy blinked as his stomach growled angrily at him. What time was it, anyway? he thought as he realized that he had given Morith leave to hunt without making sure to fill his own belly. He threw his legs over the side of his bed and stood up as he dressed quickly. He had overslept by quite a bit today. The heat was making him one lazy, cranky bronzerider... and he normally enjoyed the warmer weather.
With a huge yawn, he moved into the kitchenette and poured himself a glass of water. Downing it thirstily, water gathered along the edges of mouth and dribbled down either side of his face. He wiped away the moisture with his sleeve and turned toward the door as he heard the sound of someone knocking.
Who could this be?