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26.Aug.22, 05:43 AM
If no one wanted to hurt him, then why was his boy hurt? Pardrith would have demanded it of his brother's boy who tried to logic him into calming down, but how could Ch'es lay there prone? The dark bronze opened his mouth in clear threat when his brother stumbled nearby, automatically assuming it was a ruse for an attack. When Sherekhath only fell as his boy did, Pard blinked in surprise.
A roll of nausea had the hatchling looking back to Ch'es. Panicked, the little bronze pawed at his unconscious bonded with desperation until he was on his side. The young weyrling's gut convulsed twice in slow order before he vomited the contents of his stomach. Pardrith pawed the sick away so Ch'es wouldn't roll in it in his unconscious state until finally, healers arrived.
- - -
Ch'es recognized the infirmary immediately upon opening his eyes. When he'd first come to Telgar, his wherry wounds had been extensive enough that daily treatment had been an occurrence for several weeks. He recognized, too, the familiar warmth along his arm. Turning, Ch'es smiled weakly at Pardrith though his respirations were faster than he was accustomed to.
Hello, Pard. He made a slight frown. Are you supposed to be in here?
They couldn't keep me away. The hatchling had to promise to stay out of the way whenever the healers came in for treatments. And there was always the threat that an adult dragon would simply reach through the doorway and drag him out by his tail if he caused trouble. But the hatchling had been true to his promise and lay beside his boy's bed with his head settled on the infirmary bed so that he was always touching Ch'es in some manner.
For hours, the hatchling had watched his boy, fearful of the worst. It didn't help that there had been others poisoned. Conditions seemed to range greatly from mild symptoms to ones similar or worse off than Ch'es.
The freckled boy reached over to rub his fingers gently up and down Pardrith's face between his eyes and down his muzzle, hoping to soothe. He was rewarded when his dark bronze closed his eyes with a contented sigh.
I'm sorry I've worried you.
Pardrith only grunted his acceptance and nuzzled closer to Ch'es's arm.
Looking around, the hunter took note of others. Sherekhath is here, too?
Sensing Ch'es had forgotten his brother's bonded's name, Pardrith added,And I'vens. They didn't want to separate our class when others fell ill, too. It was easier to treat everyone, dragon and bonded, in the same place.
Pardrith left out that he had kicked up a grand fuss when they made to separate and carry his brother elsewhere. How was he supposed to ensure he was also safe if he couldn't watch over him, too? The young bronze had made his point clearly, and the healers had seen reason and had the good sense to actually listen.
Nuzzling more firmly against his boy, eyes still closed, Pardrith sighed.You should rest more. Your head hurts.
Ah. I thought it was yours.
I didn't eat poisoned food.
It said it was from T'ryn. I didn't even think... There's no way T'ryn would do something like that. Maybe it was just bad fruit.
His dragon slit his eyes open at him, orange with annoyance.It was poisoned.
A roll of nausea had the hatchling looking back to Ch'es. Panicked, the little bronze pawed at his unconscious bonded with desperation until he was on his side. The young weyrling's gut convulsed twice in slow order before he vomited the contents of his stomach. Pardrith pawed the sick away so Ch'es wouldn't roll in it in his unconscious state until finally, healers arrived.
- - -
Ch'es recognized the infirmary immediately upon opening his eyes. When he'd first come to Telgar, his wherry wounds had been extensive enough that daily treatment had been an occurrence for several weeks. He recognized, too, the familiar warmth along his arm. Turning, Ch'es smiled weakly at Pardrith though his respirations were faster than he was accustomed to.
Hello, Pard. He made a slight frown. Are you supposed to be in here?
For hours, the hatchling had watched his boy, fearful of the worst. It didn't help that there had been others poisoned. Conditions seemed to range greatly from mild symptoms to ones similar or worse off than Ch'es.
The freckled boy reached over to rub his fingers gently up and down Pardrith's face between his eyes and down his muzzle, hoping to soothe. He was rewarded when his dark bronze closed his eyes with a contented sigh.
I'm sorry I've worried you.
Pardrith only grunted his acceptance and nuzzled closer to Ch'es's arm.
Looking around, the hunter took note of others. Sherekhath is here, too?
Sensing Ch'es had forgotten his brother's bonded's name, Pardrith added,
Pardrith left out that he had kicked up a grand fuss when they made to separate and carry his brother elsewhere. How was he supposed to ensure he was also safe if he couldn't watch over him, too? The young bronze had made his point clearly, and the healers had seen reason and had the good sense to actually listen.
Nuzzling more firmly against his boy, eyes still closed, Pardrith sighed.
Ah. I thought it was yours.
It said it was from T'ryn. I didn't even think... There's no way T'ryn would do something like that. Maybe it was just bad fruit.
His dragon slit his eyes open at him, orange with annoyance.
