28.Jul.19, 07:14 PM
Leaving the eggs on the sand, Sariel examined a few of those still suffering from nausea and gently assisted one poor girl who seemed so frightened she couldn't move. Once she was finally ambulatory, Sariel walked her to the infirmary and left her charge with someone else.
She breathed in and spoke gently with one of the healers who gave her something for nausea and told her to rest. Touchings were supposed to be lovely but this one had been quite the opposite. It was strange and still unsettling, especially with the young gold's behaviour, her anger, her...hate flung toward the six eggs she'd clutched. Sariel had never seen such a thing.
Sariel walked, arms wrapped around herself as she walked back to the Candidates Barracks. She thought she'd done the best she could with the eggs and she'd pretty much promised to Stand for them. They'd left her chilled and shaken, wondering how anything could survive in such deeply steeped horror. It was the right word. Horror.
She wouldn't sleep well and yet she could have slept hours at the same time. Where had Thallyath gotten such a foul thought in her mind that had soaked so much into her that it had poisoned her clutch like this? How would they survive? She had to worry about Thallyath’s clutch, it was very much the Healer in her.
Sariel didn't notice the fact that she'd entered the common room but she could hear L'gan's voice as well as R'vi's. The recognition was so sweet it was sharp as she found an unoccupied chair and sank into it.
"Well," she murmured wearily. "That was certainly memorable."
She breathed in and spoke gently with one of the healers who gave her something for nausea and told her to rest. Touchings were supposed to be lovely but this one had been quite the opposite. It was strange and still unsettling, especially with the young gold's behaviour, her anger, her...hate flung toward the six eggs she'd clutched. Sariel had never seen such a thing.
Sariel walked, arms wrapped around herself as she walked back to the Candidates Barracks. She thought she'd done the best she could with the eggs and she'd pretty much promised to Stand for them. They'd left her chilled and shaken, wondering how anything could survive in such deeply steeped horror. It was the right word. Horror.
She wouldn't sleep well and yet she could have slept hours at the same time. Where had Thallyath gotten such a foul thought in her mind that had soaked so much into her that it had poisoned her clutch like this? How would they survive? She had to worry about Thallyath’s clutch, it was very much the Healer in her.
Sariel didn't notice the fact that she'd entered the common room but she could hear L'gan's voice as well as R'vi's. The recognition was so sweet it was sharp as she found an unoccupied chair and sank into it.
"Well," she murmured wearily. "That was certainly memorable."