[G] [C] [EVENT] 742.03.28 | A Stark Reaction

It was early afternoon and T’ryn had just finished up visiting with his youngest sister, Wynera, while they oiled some dry patches on Syrendryth. That was one good thing about having so many siblings—he hardly ever had to tend to his oversized lizard on his own. It was nice to be able to catch up with her and simply relax now that Cazan was moved into Telgar Weyr and settling in well. They still had some stress from the pregnancy and of course his brain came up with a million different scenarios for everything from the birth to even the damned door that gave them extra space. Why it bothered him so much, he couldn’t say other than that it had been an idea before they agreed to be mates. At that time, he wanted them to be close but with their own space still but to raise the baby together, he didn’t want to worry about being too far away. Now that they were mates and the amount of time Cazan spent still in her shop—which he loved and supported her work!—and the time or two she’d slept there so she didn’t bother him made him worry. It was all for no reason, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop how he was. Instead, he tried to focus on it being the area she shared with her husband when he was around. Cazan was living two lives smashed into one space and he needed to be supportive and help her where he could.

Which was why when he came home and saw the muffin left on the counter, untouched, he sighed. Cazan was horrible for not eating when she was caught up in her work and as he scooped up the muffin to bring it to her office, T’ryn gave a little smile. It was just like when they first met and he thought she was her brother. He started making it a habit to bring the leatherworker lunch every day and made sure it was eaten while they hung out.

“Hey, Zanny. Did you eat? This muffin has your name on it if you haven’t.” T’ryn smiled as he went up and carefully kissed Cazan’s cheek. She was working with dyes that afternoon and he didn’t want to distract her too much. At her insistence that she had something earlier but her stomach was being a tad touch and go now, T’ryn didn’t push. That was the downside to the pregnancy but it also ensured he stayed on top of what she did manage to eat. “Well, it smells like cinnamon and it’s pretty tempting…” he laughed as Cazan waved him away to eat it, taking a bite as he did so.

An hour later, as he sat on the ledge doing some care to his riding straps, T’ryn found his vision blurring somewhat and was hit with a wave of dizziness. Thankful he was sitting down, he took a moment with hands pressed to his temples and eyes shut, hoping it would pass. When it did, he slowly got up, leaving his work behind so he could head in and grab some water. It was a nice enough day out for the start of spring but he’d been in the sun a lot regardless of the temperature. He gave a faint chuckle as he poured a glass of water. He had been so focused on caring for Cazan that he hadn’t taken any consideration into what he may have been in need of.

He stumbled as he took his drink, grabbing the counter to balance himself. What the heck was going on? Was he seriously that dehydrated? He forced himself to finish the glass he had and then refilled it before going to Cazan to let her know what was going on. “I think maybe I was in the sun too much today,” which was starting to sound weird given growing up in Katila and living in Ista for so long. He knew what to look out for, didn’t he? It was a bit hard to think clearly as drowsiness was trying to lend its strength to the dizziness. “Caz… I don’t feel—” his words cut off as the glass slipped from his hand and T’ryn followed it to the ground a second later.

Syrendryth was sunning with Bedith when he felt the fuzziness of his rider’s mind growing stronger and then it cut off as T’ryn fell unconscious. T’ryn! He rarely spoke to anyone but when their bond weakened, his lifemate’s name was called out in panic to anyone who would listen as he hopped from Bedith’s ledge to his own to find his boy.