06.Apr.21, 02:27 AM
T'ryn was happy to be home for so many reasons. He didn't feel as useless (even if he still kind of was), there was more privacy without S'far joining into conversations, snuggling with Cazan was a lot easier now, and he could curl up with his dragon when he needed to. He promised to continue taking it slow and to monitor how he was feeling. If anything seemed out of the ordinary, he had to call for a healer right away, but otherwise, he had been told to stay calm to help with the breathing issues and given a few other tips for the headaches and tremors in his hands.
He had been watching Cazan work, finding that was something that was still soothing, but a headache had started so he went to curl up on the couch with a cup of mint tea. They had an abundance of the stuff thanks to the days of his mate's upset stomach and it seemed to help his head a bit as well. Eventually, he laid down on the couch for a little nap to further help the headache but it didn't last long as two excited dragons were in his head announcing visitors.
T'ryn groaned for a moment at the volume but smiled because it meant Parella and Grith were stopping by. He hadn't spent a lot of time with them the past year thanks to travelling between all of the Weyrs for Cazan, Bedith, and home when it was still in Ista but he adored the green pair. Parella was like a grandma for all the kids of Katila. She watched over them when parents or creche workers were busy, Grith let them paint on her, and Parella was just the coolest with so many stories from her life and made up ones. It had also always been amusing how his dad never knew how to handle her--the bluerider with more confidence than ten combined and he floundered any time the older woman flirted.
He greeted her with a big hug before she started fussing over him, making him roll his eyes and laugh with her dramatics when Cazan came in. The interest in that growing belly was amusing--for him at least and he would apologise to Cazan for Parella's enthusiasm later--and T'ryn started telling her about the due date and names and promising Parella could baby-sit if she wanted to.
He offered to grab everyone some tea and was moving the kettle to the fire when Parella mentioned a flower. He had seen it earlier but his head hurt too much to even get close to it, worried that strong scents might trigger a stronger reaction. But Parella didn't have any issues like that and sniffed and was soon on the floor coughing, Sir was pouncing on her, and T'ryn was having a panic attack that his almost-grandma was just poisoned.
He tried to take deep breaths like Cazan and Syrendryth urged him to, following his dragon's instructions to breathe in.... and out... in...
"Let me... see her..." he gasped, wiggling out of Cazan's hold so he could fall to his knees and take Parella's hand. "Help is coming. Please hold on," T'ryn begged as tears finally spilled over. He didn't care if she had just inhaled poison and it may still be lingering around her. He or Cazan were clearly the target yet again. He wasn't going to stand back and watch a loved one struggle to survive because he was afraid to get sick again.
He did, however, move aside when the healers rushed in to check on her. But despite how active she still was, she was on the older side and had taken a deep sniff of that flower. The beloved greenrider passed away before much could be done to help her and Grith left as loudly as she had come. Her wail of loss hit T'ryn harder than the keening that Syrendryth started to mourn the pair's passing.
He waved away the healer that came to check on his wheezing as he clung to Cazan. Parella was gone! In their living room! He was useless! He couldn't even express any of those thoughts as he tried to breathe and not scare his mate further.
He had been watching Cazan work, finding that was something that was still soothing, but a headache had started so he went to curl up on the couch with a cup of mint tea. They had an abundance of the stuff thanks to the days of his mate's upset stomach and it seemed to help his head a bit as well. Eventually, he laid down on the couch for a little nap to further help the headache but it didn't last long as two excited dragons were in his head announcing visitors.
T'ryn groaned for a moment at the volume but smiled because it meant Parella and Grith were stopping by. He hadn't spent a lot of time with them the past year thanks to travelling between all of the Weyrs for Cazan, Bedith, and home when it was still in Ista but he adored the green pair. Parella was like a grandma for all the kids of Katila. She watched over them when parents or creche workers were busy, Grith let them paint on her, and Parella was just the coolest with so many stories from her life and made up ones. It had also always been amusing how his dad never knew how to handle her--the bluerider with more confidence than ten combined and he floundered any time the older woman flirted.
He greeted her with a big hug before she started fussing over him, making him roll his eyes and laugh with her dramatics when Cazan came in. The interest in that growing belly was amusing--for him at least and he would apologise to Cazan for Parella's enthusiasm later--and T'ryn started telling her about the due date and names and promising Parella could baby-sit if she wanted to.
He offered to grab everyone some tea and was moving the kettle to the fire when Parella mentioned a flower. He had seen it earlier but his head hurt too much to even get close to it, worried that strong scents might trigger a stronger reaction. But Parella didn't have any issues like that and sniffed and was soon on the floor coughing, Sir was pouncing on her, and T'ryn was having a panic attack that his almost-grandma was just poisoned.
He tried to take deep breaths like Cazan and Syrendryth urged him to, following his dragon's instructions to breathe in.... and out... in...
"Let me... see her..." he gasped, wiggling out of Cazan's hold so he could fall to his knees and take Parella's hand. "Help is coming. Please hold on," T'ryn begged as tears finally spilled over. He didn't care if she had just inhaled poison and it may still be lingering around her. He or Cazan were clearly the target yet again. He wasn't going to stand back and watch a loved one struggle to survive because he was afraid to get sick again.
He did, however, move aside when the healers rushed in to check on her. But despite how active she still was, she was on the older side and had taken a deep sniff of that flower. The beloved greenrider passed away before much could be done to help her and Grith left as loudly as she had come. Her wail of loss hit T'ryn harder than the keening that Syrendryth started to mourn the pair's passing.
He waved away the healer that came to check on his wheezing as he clung to Cazan. Parella was gone! In their living room! He was useless! He couldn't even express any of those thoughts as he tried to breathe and not scare his mate further.