21.Apr.19, 09:52 AM
A’tay felt like he was floating. He thought he tried to move a limb but it didn’t respond; or maybe he didn’t actually try. He was still confused about who he was and wasn’t at the moment with his head throbbing with pain while simultaneously spinning. At least he figured it was all in his head because the room actually spinning sounded like a more concerning issue than the fact that he was seeing it from the floor with a headache. His eyes fluttered shut again and that was also concerning as he didn’t seem to care that an unfamiliar voice had just called his name. No, a nap sounded far more important right then.
That is F’drel of Halomirth. They took you in when I didn’t listen, Xyxyth sounded so distraught at that and it helped jog the memory of what had transpired leading up to his time on the floor. You fainted after I landed but you haven’t been gone long. I’m so sorry, TayTay! A’tay heard the distressed cry in his head rather than with his ears though he imagined Xyxyth had made the noise vocally as well. Stupid gold dragon and her stupid suitors were still racing around and making far too much noise for his head.
It’s fine. I’m fine. We’ll sort it all out later, A’tay managed to keep the assurance in his head as he slowly reached a hand up to said body part. He gingerly poked and prodded his skull, verifying that the pain was all within and it didn’t seem like he had cracked his melon open. Satisfied with his assessment, A’tay debated sitting up and addressing his saviour. It seemed like an awful lot of work but it had to be done, if only to keep F’drel from worrying about him. He didn’t want to inconvenience the man more than he already had and he really didn’t want a Healer called in to check on him.
Slowly, as moving too quickly set the room spinning again, A’tay found his way to a sitting position though he was hunched over and holding his stomach. “I think I might be sick,” he confessed and wondered if the day could get any worse.
Xyxyth appreciated the offer to join Halomirth on her ledge but he didn’t reply one way or the other to her. He had to make sure A’tay was fine when he felt his rider come back to consciousness. When it seemed like he would survive a little longer without a careful eye on him, the young bronze considered the offer. He did want to be close but he also deserved to sit alone in the sand for being a bad mate. However, A’tay didn’t seem mad—yet; but maybe that was coming when they were alone—and it would be rude to ignore the kind offer. I appreciate that, Halomirth. I think I will join you and let A’tay have the option to see us if he wishes. As he rose up and settled on the ledge a moment later, Xyxyth had a feeling A’tay would stay inside a while longer as he sorted out his feelings. Maybe talking with F’drel would help him as well.
That is F’drel of Halomirth. They took you in when I didn’t listen, Xyxyth sounded so distraught at that and it helped jog the memory of what had transpired leading up to his time on the floor. You fainted after I landed but you haven’t been gone long. I’m so sorry, TayTay! A’tay heard the distressed cry in his head rather than with his ears though he imagined Xyxyth had made the noise vocally as well. Stupid gold dragon and her stupid suitors were still racing around and making far too much noise for his head.
It’s fine. I’m fine. We’ll sort it all out later, A’tay managed to keep the assurance in his head as he slowly reached a hand up to said body part. He gingerly poked and prodded his skull, verifying that the pain was all within and it didn’t seem like he had cracked his melon open. Satisfied with his assessment, A’tay debated sitting up and addressing his saviour. It seemed like an awful lot of work but it had to be done, if only to keep F’drel from worrying about him. He didn’t want to inconvenience the man more than he already had and he really didn’t want a Healer called in to check on him.
Slowly, as moving too quickly set the room spinning again, A’tay found his way to a sitting position though he was hunched over and holding his stomach. “I think I might be sick,” he confessed and wondered if the day could get any worse.
Xyxyth appreciated the offer to join Halomirth on her ledge but he didn’t reply one way or the other to her. He had to make sure A’tay was fine when he felt his rider come back to consciousness. When it seemed like he would survive a little longer without a careful eye on him, the young bronze considered the offer. He did want to be close but he also deserved to sit alone in the sand for being a bad mate. However, A’tay didn’t seem mad—yet; but maybe that was coming when they were alone—and it would be rude to ignore the kind offer. I appreciate that, Halomirth. I think I will join you and let A’tay have the option to see us if he wishes. As he rose up and settled on the ledge a moment later, Xyxyth had a feeling A’tay would stay inside a while longer as he sorted out his feelings. Maybe talking with F’drel would help him as well.