28.Aug.12, 08:48 PM
Hello, Sanderon.
A voice suddenly appearing in his mind, made Sanderon's body jerk reflexively. Ronarth? His mind produced a name that he quickly dismissed. Not Ronarth.
The singing stopped and Sanderon's mouth opened as if he were going to call out to whoever had stopped. He wanted the singing to continue. But he did not speak. No words came out of his mouth. Closing his lips together, he moved slightly as the voice spoke again.
The Weyrleader has asked us to watch over you. I'shan is most concerned.
I'shan? I'shan! Sanderon was not angry or enraged. He was scared. When he heard the voice of the man call out from nearby, he uncurled from his fetal position slowly. Still holding onto his head, he blinked open his eyes as he continued to lay there on his side. At first everything was blurry. Then when things came into focus he looked upon the man that had captured him. Next he took in the room around him.
There were no windows. It was a small room with a sturdy door. There was a single bed, an empty bucket in a corner and little else.
Had he just been captured? Had the nightmarish turn and a half only been a dream? Did his public lashing never take place? Why was I'shan here? Could he go home now? Licking his dry lips, his mind raced. His face and eyes though held no emotion at all. Not even a twitch could be seen. He looked blank.
Realizing that he could not speak to I'shan, Sanderon kept his gaze upon the man in the doorway but reached out for Ilveriath instead. His mental voice was not strong.
Can I go home now? ...I'm thirsty. My head hurts. Why can't I talk? Why did he stop singing? ...Don't hurt me. Sanderon's body was extremely weak from disuse, but his mind was a little stronger than it had been when he had first been sedated and taken to the island. He was not well yet, but he wasn't raging with insanity either. In fact there was no rage in his mind at this current moment at all.
A voice suddenly appearing in his mind, made Sanderon's body jerk reflexively. Ronarth? His mind produced a name that he quickly dismissed. Not Ronarth.
The singing stopped and Sanderon's mouth opened as if he were going to call out to whoever had stopped. He wanted the singing to continue. But he did not speak. No words came out of his mouth. Closing his lips together, he moved slightly as the voice spoke again.
The Weyrleader has asked us to watch over you. I'shan is most concerned.
I'shan? I'shan! Sanderon was not angry or enraged. He was scared. When he heard the voice of the man call out from nearby, he uncurled from his fetal position slowly. Still holding onto his head, he blinked open his eyes as he continued to lay there on his side. At first everything was blurry. Then when things came into focus he looked upon the man that had captured him. Next he took in the room around him.
There were no windows. It was a small room with a sturdy door. There was a single bed, an empty bucket in a corner and little else.
Had he just been captured? Had the nightmarish turn and a half only been a dream? Did his public lashing never take place? Why was I'shan here? Could he go home now? Licking his dry lips, his mind raced. His face and eyes though held no emotion at all. Not even a twitch could be seen. He looked blank.
Realizing that he could not speak to I'shan, Sanderon kept his gaze upon the man in the doorway but reached out for Ilveriath instead. His mental voice was not strong.
Can I go home now? ...I'm thirsty. My head hurts. Why can't I talk? Why did he stop singing? ...Don't hurt me. Sanderon's body was extremely weak from disuse, but his mind was a little stronger than it had been when he had first been sedated and taken to the island. He was not well yet, but he wasn't raging with insanity either. In fact there was no rage in his mind at this current moment at all.