29.Mar.21, 11:40 AM
Cazan had been sitting at T'ryn's side the entire time, with only reluctant breaks to move and use the bathroom while Lady kept an eye on him. The gold firelizard was despondent as she lay curled up next to the bronzerider, having resisted and eluded all attempts to chase her off by the healers. The normally inquisitive and friendly enough little thing didn't even bother to move or acknowledge Mylorah when she arrived, instead letting out a soft, pitiful little whining sound as she tried to beg T'ryn for pets in an attempt to make him feel better.
"Sorry," Cazan croaked, her voice still hoarse from her earlier sobbing bout, though her tears had at least dried out for the moment. They nearly started back up again as Mylorah gave her a hug and Cazan tried to fight them back with a hiccup as she closed her eyes and gave a desperately tight squeeze of her own. "I think... I think it was the muffin."
She took a deep shaky breath as she tried to calm back down and clear her head. This was important, and though it was rather difficult to try and think straight and not just start panicking or raging again, she needed to try and keep a clear head. "S'far is sick too... so K'dar... he... I punched him, but he asked for it... I mean he really did ask... nevermind. Everyone started asking questions, I know people have been back to my weyr to check, and T'ryn's weyr. And..." This wasn't helping. Another hiccup choked back a half sob and Cazan forced herself to take a few more deep breaths as she tried to cling to whatever steadiness Malvayth was getting as she was cuddled up to every dragon she could convince to join her.
"I was working on some leather, T'ryn came and brought me a muffin. We checked with the kitchen and no one from there had dropped it off, so it was just... found in my weyr likely. I wasn't feeling hungry so he ate it. Maybe an hour after that he came back in, he said maybe he'd been in the sun too long and then he fell. Mal called for the healers and... and here we are."
Cazan turned back to T'ryn, reaching out to clutch at his hand again. "I'm sorry I didn't send a better letter, I just... I wanted to make it quick and get it sent out. I sent your letter before I even told K'dar. I thought you'd be the best one."
"Sorry," Cazan croaked, her voice still hoarse from her earlier sobbing bout, though her tears had at least dried out for the moment. They nearly started back up again as Mylorah gave her a hug and Cazan tried to fight them back with a hiccup as she closed her eyes and gave a desperately tight squeeze of her own. "I think... I think it was the muffin."
She took a deep shaky breath as she tried to calm back down and clear her head. This was important, and though it was rather difficult to try and think straight and not just start panicking or raging again, she needed to try and keep a clear head. "S'far is sick too... so K'dar... he... I punched him, but he asked for it... I mean he really did ask... nevermind. Everyone started asking questions, I know people have been back to my weyr to check, and T'ryn's weyr. And..." This wasn't helping. Another hiccup choked back a half sob and Cazan forced herself to take a few more deep breaths as she tried to cling to whatever steadiness Malvayth was getting as she was cuddled up to every dragon she could convince to join her.
"I was working on some leather, T'ryn came and brought me a muffin. We checked with the kitchen and no one from there had dropped it off, so it was just... found in my weyr likely. I wasn't feeling hungry so he ate it. Maybe an hour after that he came back in, he said maybe he'd been in the sun too long and then he fell. Mal called for the healers and... and here we are."
Cazan turned back to T'ryn, reaching out to clutch at his hand again. "I'm sorry I didn't send a better letter, I just... I wanted to make it quick and get it sent out. I sent your letter before I even told K'dar. I thought you'd be the best one."