Logs:The World Goes Reeling
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| RL Date: 22 October, 2015 |
| Who: Ebeny, Laurienth, Taessin, Lanna |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, Healer Hall |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Same place, same news, seventeen turns later. |
| Where: Healer Hall, Fort Area |
| When: Day 28, Month 1, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Casseny/Mentions, E'dre/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions |
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| One moment, she was spinning around and around in the snow and ice, catching an equally spinning Lanna at the periphery of her vision every turn, and the next she was doubled over and retching, absently aware of being glad that she wasn't throwing up in any of the Healer Hall's planted beds. Her hands were nearly numb, half-buried in the muddy slush and snow, by the time that the world beyond a need to breathe whirled back into view, Taessin's hands at her back and her auburn-haired sister peering worriedly down at her. Laurienth flew like a maniac. Like one unafraid (she was unafraid). Mere twirling about was nothing compared to flying with Laurienth. This once, the green told her to, « Stay down. You will only make a fool of us both if you try and stand. » The response Ebeny managed to form was not quite a word, but a strangled, frustrated syllable of mental sound, yet she obeyed. Minutes passed, and eventually she began to understand what Taessin was trying to tell her; that he was offering her his clinical kind of encouragement and not merely babbling noise at her. "Ben? Tae says we'll help you back to the Hall. Ben?" She nodded dumbly and slowly struggled to answer Lanna by letting Taessin help her to her feet and allowing the two of them to support her on their journey back. She let her Healer brother plant her in a chair and clean her hands; let Lanna run off to call for one of his colleagues to do anything more than that. How much time passed, she didn't know, only she soon understood that she had been here seventeen turns before, receiving the same news. Feeling the same stab of fear, only this one didn't fade and leave any warmth or quiet excitement in its wake. This one struck again and again with each beat of her heart. Impossible, she told herself. Impossible. Wrong. No. She didn't even have proper cy-- And so four months had passed without her notice. Four months. Not E'dre's. Not E'dre's. N'rov's. |
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