Post by Rhush on Jul 20, 2017 18:09:17 GMT -5
10th Pass, 5th Turn, 4th Month
Srunae :: Gold Danovelith
... Srunae? Danovelith could feel her bonded stirring, feel the muted colors of her thoughts shift and change... was she finally waking up? After a beat, Danovelith was met with only more silence, and the feelings that flitted across their bond settled again. It was infuriating, to say the least, that the queenlet couldn’t actually get into the infirmary and be there alongside her beloved, to be able to see if her Srunae was actually waking up, or if she was merely rolling over in an attempt to find comfort on those hard beds…
But she had to remain calm despite how her ire was stirred, she had to stay composed despite her overwhelming concern for her mindmate's well-being. She was the picture of grace, beauty and... and...
... Srunae? Again, nothing. Sharditall... The gold was aware her bonded was, in fact, in perfect health – it was impossible for her to become ill without the golden queen being aware – but the shock of her sudden fainting spell was enough to still have the dragoness on edge. The woman had been in the infirmary all night and half of the day, and of the few things Danovelith could feel of her, complete exhaustion dominated. Whatever had caused her loss of consciousness had positively drained her, and so Danovelith was sitting there outside the infirmary, unmoving, consistently checking Srunae’s side of their bond for an explanation and so her return to the waking world.
Yes, in fact, Srunae was sleeping, and sleeping hard. After her initial collapse she had been fairly easily stabilized (she had been a touch dehydrated and had caught a very slight chill from the flight) and dried off, which had given the dragon some comfort, but following that all the weyrling had been doing was sleeping. What on Pern had she done that would leave her so totally exhausted...? Danovelith sat back on her haunches and pulled her wings tight to her sides, appearing for all intents and purposes to be quite worried rather than her typical correct arrangements of perfect poise for those who passed her by.
Danovelith had long before decided that the people of the weryr would not fault her for not looking her absolute best at a time like this.
Srunae stirred again in the back of the dragoness's mind, but the gold said nothing this time. All of her prior attempts in the past few candlemarks had fallen on deaf ears, so rather than make herself angrier, the dragon left it be. It was likely just another subconscious movement and not— Srunae’s side of their bond came alight with a whirlwind of brightening colors and half-asleep emotions. A moment later the gold felt a sleepy brush of warm adoration reach across their bond, and she could hardly contain herself.
SRUNAE! The young queen practically shouted at her rider, smothering her with pictures and feelings of excitement and relief and joy. A string of fuzzy thoughts and a sharp moment of mental pain was the beastcrafter’s response, and Srunae immediately sat up in her bed, stifling a groan. Danovelith wrapped her in a blanket of apologies and comfort, though it didn’t do anything for the ringing in her ears.
Ugh... Dano... Srunae's thoughts were sluggish, fuzzy; typical of the Srunae that the golden dragon was used to hearing when she just woke up, much to her relief. Inside, the young woman slumped forward and leaned her forehead against her hand, eyes closed tightly to block out the light outside of her room. It felt like she had a migraine made of thread rolling around in her brain... She groggily reached an arm out for her water glass, something she always kept on her bedside table, and soon realized it wasn't there. Where...?
Ohhh Srunae my dear, I was so worried! Don’t you ever go fainting on me like that again! Ah, right. She had collapsed in the hotpool... she must be at the infirmary; that was why her side table was missing.
I’m fine sweet, don't worry. The weyrling winced as she opened one eye, squinting it to ward off the dim glow of the glowworm lights in the hallway. Faranth she felt tired... and stiff... and sore. She absently wondered if A’zael—
A’zael! Srunae abruptly sat up perfectly straight, her eyes shooting open only to be immediately closed again. She covered her face with her hands as a pang of pain shot through her head as if a million tiny knives were poking her behind her eyes. Sharditall, they better have something for this wherry-faced son of a… a… what are you doing...? Srunae suddenly could very intensely feel her dragon, and only her dragon, as if Danovelith was overtaking her mind. The woman's headache was eased beneath a soothing blue and green sea of warmth, comfort, adoration, and calm. The gold was using her ‘force’ on her rider, albeit her will was lacking in this particular application. Rather, Srunae was free to enjoy her beloved's mental relaxation abilities as she wished, and it wasn't long before the beastcrafter was completely calmed down. She took a deep breath in and released it, and then opened her eyes again – this time to a complete lack of pain.
Is that better?
Very much so, thank you.
I am so glad…
Don’t worry; I’m fine. I promise I won’t scare you like that again, my heart. Srunae shifted and twisted around in bed, habitually testing her range of movement as if she had been thrown from a runner. Left turn, good, right turn, good, and so she stretched.
You had better not. The state Fath’s was forced to bring you here in was not hardly acceptable, and I just about crashed into Fath as he was flying you here in my concern. I refuse to let you put me through that again! Srunae paused with her feet inches from the ground, halfway into sliding off the bed to test her legs and sense of balance.
Is A’zael alright? He didn’t hurt himself did he? Or catch cold?
Fath’s is fine. He has been intensely worried about you since yesterday, however – Fath has been regularly checking in with me for your progress at his behest. Speaking of that, Danovelith privately prodded Fath, informing the bronze that her Srunae was now awake and was proving to be in good health. Srunae’s heart fluttered at the thought of A'zael checking in on her so much as she pushed herself to her feet. It was comforting to know that someone cared enough to want to... wait.
Since yesterday?
You have been sleeping for a night and a half day, Srunae My Own. Danovelith was surprised that Srunae was surprised. How long did she think she had been out, for only a couple of candlemarks? The beastcrafter blinked while she stretched a few more times, attempting to ease the stiffness in her body. That would explain why she felt so inflexible– the infirmary beds had very little give and if she had been in one for that long, it was only natural her muscles would be pulled so taut. But... what would have put her out for so long? She hadn’t been tired yet – not even close... actually, she and A’zael were just getting... well...
An older woman with greying hair and sharp blue eyes walked in, dressed appropriately for a nurse, and surveyed the darkened room for a moment. She turned towards the bed and stopped short the moment she saw Srunae was out of bed.
"Young lady," She scolded, before reconsidering, "Errr, milady, you shouldn’t be out of bed yet..." The woman strode over to the stretching beastcrafter and started to usher her back into bed. "We haven’t cleared you yet—"
"Cleared me of what? Needing a long night’s sleep?" Srunae protested, her face creasing into a scowl and her feet staying firmly planted on the ground. The nurse looked taken aback and squinted at the beastcrafter to better make her out in the dark space.
"No," The woman said, narrowing her eyes at the young queenrider, "Cleared after suffering from extreme heat exhaustion." She eyed Srunae pointedly, though she did let her gaze wander the weyrling as she spoke. The patient had been stretching when she came in, and she seemed to be in far better straits than she was when the weyrleader had brought her in... "That is, we wanted to get more fluids in you after you woke to make sure you were over it." Srunae blinked and raised an eyebrow.
"Heat exhaustion?" The nurse frowned.
"You were dehydrated and had been in an unmonitored hot spring for an extended time period. It isn’t unusual for heat exhaustion to result from such things." Now it was Srunae’s turn to frown. Heat exhaustion? She and A'zael hadn’t been in the hotpool for longer than a half candlemark, if they had even been in there that long! It didn’t make any sense that she would have fainted as a result of heat exhaustion in such a short time. Danovelith hummed in the back of the beastcrafter's mind, soothing her irritation for a moment while she thought about it.
"Will you at least sit down while I bring you some water? If you promise to drink that for me and continue to drink water for the rest of the day, I’ll release you." The nurse crossed her arms in front of herself, and Srunae caught on to a heavy feeling of irritation despite the older woman's calm face... though she didn't know why. Her arms being crossed could simply mean she was setting a precedent...
"…Very well." Srunae agreed reluctantly and settled back onto the edge of the bed. Satisfied, the nurse turned on her heel and started back out of the room, and the feeling of irritation was replaced by one of relief. Now that didn't make any sense... Danovelith prodded at her bonded with tendrils of concern.
You... don’t agree with them?
No.
Why is that? What else could it have been? Danovelith supressed a wave of alarm that threatened what little composure she had left.
I... don’t know yet. Danovelith sighed and shook her head; Srunae could feel her dragon’s incredulous thoughts on the matter, but the weyrling just knew it had been something else... something... something different. She just didn’t know what yet. Perhaps there was a book or three she could... borrow from the records room or the infirmary records room to do a little studying...