08.Dec.19, 09:46 AM
“I… Yes.” Madiquel said firmly, her gaze having danced between the Weyrlingmaster and the Masterhealer as they had spoken. She was feeling a bit more herself, but she could feel the pull of the bond between herself and Zezeth and the overwhelming pain the dragonet was in every time her muscles twitched. Her eyes had rolled spectacular colours when Verec had been poking and prodding at the wound, but Madiquel had done her best to explain to the dragonet what would be happening to her, once the healer arrived, and assuming she was correct about the dislocation. Madiquel felt some pride at Verec’s praise though all she gave was a quick nod and a ghost of a smile. She wished she could have received such words in a less personally dire situation! She felt a flitter of Zezeth’s amusement.
Straightening her shoulders, Madiquel nodded again, firmly. “Yes.” She turned to look at Zezeth and stroked her dragon’s nose as she quietly explained what was going to happen, as best she understood it, with occasional interjection by the Master when he felt necessary. When the medicine was handed to her, Madiquel’s curiosity outdid the pain – for a moment, anyway – and she asked with great interest what was in it, listening intently to the reply even as she threw the liquid back with a grimace. Setting the cup down, and barely noticing when it was moved away, Madiquel sat and stroked Zezeth’s nose some more, her eyebrows furrowed as she felt the drug worm its way through her, making her feel at first lightheaded, and then drowsy. Smiling in a slightly drunk way, Madiquel brought down what little barriers she’d built between herself and her dragon and felt Zezeth’s come down too. The pain flowed through her, but it was mellow and quickly outweighed by the overwhelming need to sleep.
Madiquel passed out first, kind of collapsing in on herself; Zezeth made a strange little mewing sound, before also relaxing into a drugged sleep. She wasn’t as deeply affected as Madiquel, but between Madiquel’s drugged state, and all the emotional stress of the current situation, Zezeth was well out of it.
Straightening her shoulders, Madiquel nodded again, firmly. “Yes.” She turned to look at Zezeth and stroked her dragon’s nose as she quietly explained what was going to happen, as best she understood it, with occasional interjection by the Master when he felt necessary. When the medicine was handed to her, Madiquel’s curiosity outdid the pain – for a moment, anyway – and she asked with great interest what was in it, listening intently to the reply even as she threw the liquid back with a grimace. Setting the cup down, and barely noticing when it was moved away, Madiquel sat and stroked Zezeth’s nose some more, her eyebrows furrowed as she felt the drug worm its way through her, making her feel at first lightheaded, and then drowsy. Smiling in a slightly drunk way, Madiquel brought down what little barriers she’d built between herself and her dragon and felt Zezeth’s come down too. The pain flowed through her, but it was mellow and quickly outweighed by the overwhelming need to sleep.
Madiquel passed out first, kind of collapsing in on herself; Zezeth made a strange little mewing sound, before also relaxing into a drugged sleep. She wasn’t as deeply affected as Madiquel, but between Madiquel’s drugged state, and all the emotional stress of the current situation, Zezeth was well out of it.