[13.3.2707] Dire Diagnosis (Sanrev, then all)

[Kit]

Tesni walked into her weyr from the ledge, her face white and stricken. Her brown firelizard alighted on her shoulder, nuzzling her cheek to try and comfort her, but then he sneezed, and a strangled sob escaped from her throat. From the ledge, a wet, hacking cough suddenly seemed to shake the very walls. There was no denying it. Kaitoth had Cloudlung, he was dying. Even the blue knew that, and he tried to comfort his lifemate, but what comfort could he really give?

Tesni herself felt fine, had felt fine all this time, so the blue hadn't gotten it from her. It could have been anyone, Searchdragons traveled so widely. Now that she was sure, she had to tell someone, but she was afraid to leave her weyr, she could contaminate whoever she touched. Finally she hit on an idea, though she didn't like it.

Kaitoth, tell Sanresk what is wrong. Tell him to have His get a dragon healer...they.. They'll know what to do. The blue could do nothing but comply, though he knew the Healer could do nothing.

[Mik]

Sanresk grumbled in his sleepiness, not ready to be up and about but the blue that his handler fancied his rider summoned him. Although the reason for the summons was not a good one. Kaitoth's wishes a dragonhealer. Kaitoth says has Cloudlung, the tall wher grumbled to his handler who had been just waking up. It took Sanrev a moment to comprehend just what his brown had said and when it finally dawned on him, he sat up quickly, all sleep gone from his mind. "Is Tesni okay?" he asked as he got out of bed and quickly got dressed for the evening and night to come. The dark brown started to stretch while he woke, figuring that he would not be catching any more sleep before the sun went down, bespeaking the blue dragon at his Chosen's bidding. Kaitoth, Yours okay?

While Sanrev finished getting ready, figuring on whom to fetch from the infirmary for Tesni and her dragon, Sanresk roused the bright blue firelizard currently snoring away on the pillow of Sanrev's mat. The firelizard yawned and stretched, batting at the dark muzzle that was disturbing his slumber.

[Kit]

Kaitoth coughed quietly, trying to keep quiet for His' sake. She fretted when sheheard it. Rolling onto his belly, he laid his head on his foreclaws, he bespoke the brown wher.

She is fine physically, if that is what you mean. She has no sign of illness. But she is quite distressed. One of the little things is sick too he said, meaning the firelizard. The blue thought the brown would recover, and he had told his rider this, hoping to cheer her. He wasnt a good Searchdragon for nothing, and his intuition told him that Itzal would soon be well, but he would not. He could feel the tendrils of sickness creeping through his body. Kaitoth only hoped that the wherhandler would hold His to the world. He had refused to take her with him, but he feared she might take it into her own hands. She was too young by far for such a drastic step.