28.Mar.21, 04:15 AM
A bug, yes, Sariel thought blearily as she pulled the covers over her and sand back into a light sleep. The twins were off at creche, the weyr was quiet, and being a goldrider meant she could have mornings like this. She'd had breakfast early, a muffin, some fruit from Ista or maybe somewhere else. It didn't matter and it had been enough to sate her.
An hour later, she just felt lightheaded and vaguely off, so bed had been the best idea. Bed with a few furs piled on since she was cold and she remained that way well past lunch.
It was the sharp breathlessness that woke her and Cirith's concerned voice.
You hurt?! Where are you hurt?
Great Faranth. Everywhere hurt. But she had to tell her dragon it was alright, there was no reason to panic. She would be alright.
L'gan was all she could get out in between the sharp cramping and she felt her lifemate's driving shriek of a thought lance out toward her weyrmate.
She was so cold, now, and she knew something wasn't right. Sariel found herself moving toward Cirith's ledge as if being closer would help them both, tears running down her cheeks as she spasmed again and again. It felt as if they were killing her slowly and it was only Cirith's mind keeping her present as she struggled to breathe.
I'm here, love. Don't you dare go anywhere without me. The gold caught her rider in her arms, her eyes whirling with fear and anxiety, her voice flooding both Weyr and the sleeping quarters with rage, confusion, and a high keening sound.
The brief spark of life that had been L'gan and Sariel's was gone and Sariel was starting to fade in and out of consciousness. L'gan would come. He'd come.
Breathe. You must breathe!
Both of them, together, fought it.
An hour later, she just felt lightheaded and vaguely off, so bed had been the best idea. Bed with a few furs piled on since she was cold and she remained that way well past lunch.
It was the sharp breathlessness that woke her and Cirith's concerned voice.
Great Faranth. Everywhere hurt. But she had to tell her dragon it was alright, there was no reason to panic. She would be alright.
L'gan was all she could get out in between the sharp cramping and she felt her lifemate's driving shriek of a thought lance out toward her weyrmate.
She was so cold, now, and she knew something wasn't right. Sariel found herself moving toward Cirith's ledge as if being closer would help them both, tears running down her cheeks as she spasmed again and again. It felt as if they were killing her slowly and it was only Cirith's mind keeping her present as she struggled to breathe.
I'm here, love. Don't you dare go anywhere without me. The gold caught her rider in her arms, her eyes whirling with fear and anxiety, her voice flooding both Weyr and the sleeping quarters with rage, confusion, and a high keening sound.
The brief spark of life that had been L'gan and Sariel's was gone and Sariel was starting to fade in and out of consciousness. L'gan would come. He'd come.
Both of them, together, fought it.