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30.Mar.21, 12:57 PM
He'd lost another gold. That would have been headache enough were it not for the other casualties and the splitting pain already racking S'far's skull. He'd been unconscious for over a day since he stole that muffin from Mulrissa's weyr when he stopped in to look for her. After that he'd been drifting in and out, though it looked like he'd tried scribbling something in his journal during one of his lucid moments. He frowned at the words and couldn't help but agree with himself, even if he was feeling well enough to know better than to say it aloud. Something had to be done about all of this.
During one of his clearer headed moments he'd checked in on his bronze apprentices, or more accurately had them brought to him in the infirmary so that he could question them, check to make sure that things were handled, and to order them to scour the Weyr for clues as well as check in with the other Weyrs.
None of this looked good and he had half a mind to climb out of his bed and get back to work.
Except just like every time before, when he tried to stand his hands trembled, the headache got worse and his eye wouldn't stop twitching. At least it all settled down more quickly than last time once he gave up and leaned back against his pile of pillows.Rest. I have been trying to help keep an eye on things for you, making sure it is all done as properly as it can be. There was just the slightest hint of worry still left in the dragon's voice, but more profound was the relief. S'far sighed, grumbling softly in complaint aloud before responding to his old man. You know it will take more than a muffin to kill me. And speaking of muffins... tell Coroth I want to speak with C'dhin. Just a few questions. Shouldn't you leave that to one of your apprentices? I'm bed ridden, not dead. I can talk and listen. I've been staying awake for long enough today that I'm sure I can manage. He could tell that the dragon wanted to argue with him more, but instead Urudith did as he was told, relaying the message.
During one of his clearer headed moments he'd checked in on his bronze apprentices, or more accurately had them brought to him in the infirmary so that he could question them, check to make sure that things were handled, and to order them to scour the Weyr for clues as well as check in with the other Weyrs.
None of this looked good and he had half a mind to climb out of his bed and get back to work.
Except just like every time before, when he tried to stand his hands trembled, the headache got worse and his eye wouldn't stop twitching. At least it all settled down more quickly than last time once he gave up and leaned back against his pile of pillows.
