17.Jun.22, 07:40 PM
Was K’dar saying he wouldn’t Impress so he’d be back at Ista in a few weeks or was he saying a year in Benden was tolerable? He was not mentally up to that conversation or any and his brows furrowed while he still attempted to keep up. Until Zoremet was suddenly adding his voice to the conversation. “Zor!” Orgailian tried to sit up and jump to his feet to see his little brother but nothing was working properly and weak limbs combined with nausea had his head falling back onto the pillow with his body curling up in a ball once more.
It took some time for his breathing to slow again and he only managed a shrug until his voice was stable enough to try to reply. “When I’ve been awake.” He needed that. Hearing Zory’s voice let him know his brother was alive even if a bit loopy. But at this point, Orgailian was also willing to believe their attacker had hands made of knives. Although he would have to have sprouted them after dumping that oil down his throat. Or did he? Orgailian was suddenly rubbing a hand over his face to check for scratches even though no one had mentioned it before he fell ill. But he could be slathered in numbweed and his siblings were waiting to tell him…
He was going to smack Zoremet when they were both better for making him think such stupid things. Tiberuth, if you’re eavesdropping, never speak of that to anyone. He doubted the bronze was lurking but Orgailian didn’t want to risk it. But if he was, it didn’t seem like it was passed on to K’dar as the bronzerider started his babbling again. Was K’dar a nervous babbler? He’d never noticed before.
“Water hurts,” Orgailian offered as an explanation to whether he could eat or drink anything. Swallowing sucked as much as Benden Weyr and that wasn’t something he thought he’d ever say. Or think. Everything was getting to be too hard and his stomach was roiling so he reached out for the bucket the drudge had left too far away. “Only if you read aloud,” he pushed through the nausea, focusing on that babbling even though replying was probably making his situation worse.
“Go sit with Zor for a few,” he warned as his hand gripped the edge of the bucket and his gaze locked onto it with all the hatred he could muster. This was going to hurt and not be pretty and he did not need a new audience member.
It took some time for his breathing to slow again and he only managed a shrug until his voice was stable enough to try to reply. “When I’ve been awake.” He needed that. Hearing Zory’s voice let him know his brother was alive even if a bit loopy. But at this point, Orgailian was also willing to believe their attacker had hands made of knives. Although he would have to have sprouted them after dumping that oil down his throat. Or did he? Orgailian was suddenly rubbing a hand over his face to check for scratches even though no one had mentioned it before he fell ill. But he could be slathered in numbweed and his siblings were waiting to tell him…
He was going to smack Zoremet when they were both better for making him think such stupid things. Tiberuth, if you’re eavesdropping, never speak of that to anyone. He doubted the bronze was lurking but Orgailian didn’t want to risk it. But if he was, it didn’t seem like it was passed on to K’dar as the bronzerider started his babbling again. Was K’dar a nervous babbler? He’d never noticed before.
“Water hurts,” Orgailian offered as an explanation to whether he could eat or drink anything. Swallowing sucked as much as Benden Weyr and that wasn’t something he thought he’d ever say. Or think. Everything was getting to be too hard and his stomach was roiling so he reached out for the bucket the drudge had left too far away. “Only if you read aloud,” he pushed through the nausea, focusing on that babbling even though replying was probably making his situation worse.
“Go sit with Zor for a few,” he warned as his hand gripped the edge of the bucket and his gaze locked onto it with all the hatred he could muster. This was going to hurt and not be pretty and he did not need a new audience member.