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12.Sep.22, 12:21 PM
I'vens felt himself go cold and pale and shaky as he watched Ch'es vomit despite the warning. He shut his eyes and held his breath and did his best to try and get his own stomach to settle down. He could feel a gentle pat on his back, hear his uncle telling him that sometimes a good vomit was helpful to the soul, and while he nodded in understanding that didn't make him stop fighting the urge. Sherekhath crawled across the bed to more firmly press against him as he grumbled and wheezed, still frightened but feeling calmer at least with so many people around.
When the wave of nausea finally passed, Vens nodded at Pardrith. "This is my uncle, Lor-" he paused as his uncle cut him off with a too sharp slap and small correction that made him wince and the bronze lift his head to hoarsely growl before having a coughing fit and cringing in pain. I'vens grabbed his own head as he winced and tried to figure out if the pounding headache was just his dragon's or if it was also partially his own. There were quick muttered apologies, a hastily brought drink that quickly chugged and then immediately threw back up into a bucket before having to drink another one that he at least kept down.
"Ofuck," he said with a hoarse curse as someone brought a piece of meat that even he could smell off for his dragonet to eat. He sighed and gave Sher a pat. "If I have to have terrible medicine you do too." The bronze gave him a pout before reluctantly taking the offered meat and though there was a rumble in the dragon's belly loud enough to be heard, he kept it down and settled back against his boy. I'vens gently gave the dragon a few soothing pets before nodding at Pardrith and Ch'es. "So yeah... this is my uncle Brax. Pardrith did you get hurt too or just Ch'es?"
When the wave of nausea finally passed, Vens nodded at Pardrith. "This is my uncle, Lor-" he paused as his uncle cut him off with a too sharp slap and small correction that made him wince and the bronze lift his head to hoarsely growl before having a coughing fit and cringing in pain. I'vens grabbed his own head as he winced and tried to figure out if the pounding headache was just his dragon's or if it was also partially his own. There were quick muttered apologies, a hastily brought drink that quickly chugged and then immediately threw back up into a bucket before having to drink another one that he at least kept down.
"Ofuck," he said with a hoarse curse as someone brought a piece of meat that even he could smell off for his dragonet to eat. He sighed and gave Sher a pat. "If I have to have terrible medicine you do too." The bronze gave him a pout before reluctantly taking the offered meat and though there was a rumble in the dragon's belly loud enough to be heard, he kept it down and settled back against his boy. I'vens gently gave the dragon a few soothing pets before nodding at Pardrith and Ch'es. "So yeah... this is my uncle Brax. Pardrith did you get hurt too or just Ch'es?"
