Post by madb on Feb 13, 2015 19:56:56 GMT -5
V'guel wasn't exactly, entirely sure what happened. He knew that he had been walking the corridors of the lower caverns, intent on - his mind was fuzzy with what it had been that he was so intent on, unfortunately - and then everything had gone black. The next thing he was aware of, he was lying in an uncomfortable and unflattering angle on the floor.
Nath was almost instantly pressing herself into his mind, torn between the need to appear as though she cared not what happened to him, and their bond. He pressed back, giving her a short affirmative that he was FINE, thank you.
She retreated sullenly, but the interaction was enough to inform Vah of one very important thing; he must not have been out for very long. Dragons just didn't wait around when their partners blacked out, Nath would've sounded the alarm if he was gone for longer than a few precious moments.
First thing first; what was his condition? V'guel lifted himself up on his elbows with a pained grunt, and blinked rapidly to chase away the dark spots that had infiltrated his vision with the movement. Head: aching, a soft dull weight pounding against the left side of his skull. Neck: stiff, sore. What a surprise, he was simply glad he hadn't broken it, fainting and falling backwards like that. Hands, fingers: cold. When weren't they? Clothes: they were all still on, a bit wrinkled from where he'd rested, but otherwise all accounted for, which was always a good sign. Then again, that particular fear had been put to rest when he had realized his blackout must've only lasted seconds.
More importantly than the rest, when his hands went to his pockets, the pouch of marks was still full as ever and tied tightly. Vah checked inside anyway, feeling the corners of the first three to fall in his palm, until he was quite sure they were authentic and that he had not been given forgeries while he had been unconscious and vulnerable.
Pressing the flat of his hand hard against his head where it ached - did no good, except to distract slightly from the migraine that threatened - V'guel had to accept the fact that he'd likely passed out from exhaustion. Possibly coupled with the fact that he'd been eating less and less. Nath demanded so much attention, and V'guel had never been good at keeping up with his meals.
Ugh. He felt weak, still.
V'guel attempted to stand up, but his legs were weak, and he only managed to tremulously stand upright before he had to lean against the wall in support.
It might be nothing but exhaustion, still he wasn't going to risk himself like this. But getting to the infirmary by himself seemed like an impossible challenge at the moment. Maybe someone would come by, and help him out...
Preferably, Vah thought dryly to himself, no-one who actually knows me. Elsewise they may just leave me here in spite.
If you cannot remove yourself from the mess you have landed in, speaking of spite, Nath seemed to be over her one genuine moment of concern. Then you deserve to wallow in it.
V'guel narrowed his eyes, and loudly shared the pain he was feeling. Nath hissed in the back of his head, and retreated once again. He rolled his eyes, wrapped his arms around himself, and began to trod slowly off in the direction of the infirmary - pausing every now-and-again when the dizziness overcame him.
Nath was almost instantly pressing herself into his mind, torn between the need to appear as though she cared not what happened to him, and their bond. He pressed back, giving her a short affirmative that he was FINE, thank you.
She retreated sullenly, but the interaction was enough to inform Vah of one very important thing; he must not have been out for very long. Dragons just didn't wait around when their partners blacked out, Nath would've sounded the alarm if he was gone for longer than a few precious moments.
First thing first; what was his condition? V'guel lifted himself up on his elbows with a pained grunt, and blinked rapidly to chase away the dark spots that had infiltrated his vision with the movement. Head: aching, a soft dull weight pounding against the left side of his skull. Neck: stiff, sore. What a surprise, he was simply glad he hadn't broken it, fainting and falling backwards like that. Hands, fingers: cold. When weren't they? Clothes: they were all still on, a bit wrinkled from where he'd rested, but otherwise all accounted for, which was always a good sign. Then again, that particular fear had been put to rest when he had realized his blackout must've only lasted seconds.
More importantly than the rest, when his hands went to his pockets, the pouch of marks was still full as ever and tied tightly. Vah checked inside anyway, feeling the corners of the first three to fall in his palm, until he was quite sure they were authentic and that he had not been given forgeries while he had been unconscious and vulnerable.
Pressing the flat of his hand hard against his head where it ached - did no good, except to distract slightly from the migraine that threatened - V'guel had to accept the fact that he'd likely passed out from exhaustion. Possibly coupled with the fact that he'd been eating less and less. Nath demanded so much attention, and V'guel had never been good at keeping up with his meals.
Ugh. He felt weak, still.
V'guel attempted to stand up, but his legs were weak, and he only managed to tremulously stand upright before he had to lean against the wall in support.
It might be nothing but exhaustion, still he wasn't going to risk himself like this. But getting to the infirmary by himself seemed like an impossible challenge at the moment. Maybe someone would come by, and help him out...
Preferably, Vah thought dryly to himself, no-one who actually knows me. Elsewise they may just leave me here in spite.
If you cannot remove yourself from the mess you have landed in, speaking of spite, Nath seemed to be over her one genuine moment of concern. Then you deserve to wallow in it.
V'guel narrowed his eyes, and loudly shared the pain he was feeling. Nath hissed in the back of his head, and retreated once again. He rolled his eyes, wrapped his arms around himself, and began to trod slowly off in the direction of the infirmary - pausing every now-and-again when the dizziness overcame him.