forum A One on One

Started December 13, 2022 by @WIngs-of-Silver

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Verneti jerks away from the hug.

"Don't- don't." she says, tense as a catapult cord. "Don't touch me. You'll dirty yourself by touching me. Don't care. You'll hurt yourself."

“Verneti, please “ she said softly “you are not some dumbass shade that hates the world! You are better than any dragon rider I know. I don't give a damn if I get dirty! I don't care okay! You are.. “ she stumbled on her words, holding her head as the tremors got worse

"You need rest. . . you're not thinking straight. You'll have another attack at this rate." Verneti pleads.

She looks to Naru's dragon. "Get her to bed, okay?"

“ I’m thinking straight enough to know I’ve loved you, at least since last year if not longer.. I can’t stand you constantly putting yourself down..”

"How? You barely know me, we haven't talked before today, and I've been pretty well watched so I don't mess with you or the others. And if you can't stand me putting myself down, what do you feel about Eragon and Saphira? Arya and Firnen? Do you hate them?" Verneti retorts.

“First off, I've known you.. Longer then you think, and while I don't hate them.. I'm upset with their decisions “ Naru was swaying now, her dragon trying to hold her up

Verneti just shakes her head now, looking at Naru's dragon.

"Please. . . get her to bed, and no matter what, don't let her get out of bed until she stops shaking and her mind clears." she murmurs.

Naru didn't fight this time, tolerating her dragon's persistence

Verneti turns away and pretty much vanishes from sight.

Islinger doesn't follow after her. She'd come back when she was calm.

Incidentally, about 10 minutes later, huge blasts of magic can be seen as Verneti finally breaks.

30 minutes after the last blast could be seen, Verneti trudges back into the city, sticking to the shadows and back paths.

Naru was sleeping under Calalunguntë‘s wing when the two came back. Her body kept twitching but other than that, she was fine.

Verneti tumbles into the room, exhausted, and passes out.

She doesn't wake for a good, long while, not even when Islinger tries to wake her.

Calalunguntë Looked up, lifting his wing for the other to push her under “let her rest, it's warmer under here.”

Islinger sighs and nudges Verneti underneath the proferred wing.

"Very well. Keep her warm."

Calalunguntë Nodded and curled around the two. He sighed softly as the sun set in the distance