Post by Northen Light36 on Sept 11, 2008 2:57:47 GMT -5
The sobs are muffled instantly, as though Ann had burried her face in a pillow. After a moment though, she comes reluctently to the door, her eyes red and swollen from sobbing. "I-I'm fine. I'm sorry."
Ann starts to close the door again, not wanting to hear Elias' rejection.
"Oh." He slumped, feeling terrible. "Um . . . okay." He could tell she was lying, but . . . if she didn't want to talk to him, what right did he have to insist? Especially after upsetting her like this.
He mumbled, "I guess I'll see you in the morning . . ." then turned away as if to leave. But he couldn't bring himself to walk away, so instead he sat and slouched against the wall, burying his face in his hands.
Post by Northen Light36 on Sept 11, 2008 3:22:45 GMT -5
Ann didn't remember falling asleep, only returning to her room to snatch up an old doll given to her and then sitting against the wall of her hut, sobbing. By morning though, she'd fallen asleep, still dressed in nothing more then her still damp underwear and shivering with cold and misery.
Elias woke up with a loud sneeze shortly after dawn, and looked around blearily. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and his bones held a chill he hadn't experienced in years. With a start he realized he'd fallen asleep outside Ann's hut.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! he scolded himself. First rule of sleeping in the desert is keep yourself warm. With strength fueled by anger at himself, he pushed himself to his feet and then tottered unsteadily, his vision swimming at the sudden change in equilibrium.
He put a hand to the wall and leaned on it for a moment while his balance returned. "Okay den . . ." he gasped, rubbing his eyes and then sniffling. He had definitely caught something overnight, but to be honest, he probably more than deserved it.
It took a few minutes for it to occur to him that Ann ought to be awake by now. She was almost always up and about by daybreak, and the sun had completely cleared the horizon already.
Elias knocked on the door timidly. "Ann?" he called, trying not to slur the pronunciation in spite of his stuffed sinuses. Hearing no response, he sniffled and knocked again, louder. "Ann!"
Post by Northen Light36 on Sept 11, 2008 3:50:40 GMT -5
At the second lot of knocking Ann finally stirs. The painful fit of coughing that follows waking helps wake her up too. Feeling oddly fuzzy-minded, Ann climbs to her feet... and then stumbles onto her bed as a wave of dizziness hits her.
Elias called out again, his concern growing. "Ann, are you awake?!" His mind flashed back to some of the stories he'd heard, things people did when they were distraught. Close to panic, he shoved open the door and rushed inside. "Ann? Ann!"
When he saw her sprawled across her bed, he tried to stop, but stumbled instead and fell face-first to the floor by her feet, giving a pained yelp.
Post by Northen Light36 on Sept 11, 2008 4:13:43 GMT -5
Hearing Elias rush in and fall, more then seeing it, Ann manages to sit up. "Elias?" she mumbles, swaying dizzily and trying to work out which of the three Eliases on the floor is real. After a long moment, she mumbles, "I don't think I feel good..."
His only response at first was a long, low groan. Sitting up shakily, he shook his head. "Me too . . . Maybe we should--" He was interrupted by a sneeze, and spent a minute with his eyes tightly shut, his head feeling like it had nearly exploded. "See a healer," he finally finished, sniffling.
"Err, yeah." He looked away, sniffling, and half-scrambled for the door. Once he was in the next room, Elias collapsed against the wall, pressing both hands to his aching forehead and praying that the pain would go away. After a few moments, he took his hands away. Nope, still feels like I'm dying. Thanks a lot, Forces.
Post by Northen Light36 on Sept 15, 2008 11:08:55 GMT -5
Ann changes into dry clothes as swiftly as her pounding head will let her and them staggers out to join Elias and lead the way to Tres' hut - snarling a few curses at the sun for daring to be so bright along the way.
Tres is having a quiet pleasant morning, whistling cheerfully as she feeds and dresses Libre and Flame. She'd never been able to sing, but Zap had been quite willing to teach her to whistle once he'd figured out the skill, much to Artica's despair and annoyance. It is, therefore, a slightly unwelcome surprise to have her morning interupted by Ann and Elias stumbling into her hut.
"Forces alive," she exclaims. "You two look half dead."
"I'm not sure we aren't," Elias groaned, still holding his head. "I never made arrangements, so if I die, make sure I'm cremated, okay? My family would appreciate it." He suddenly sneezed, violently, and collapsed onto a cushion.
"That's it . . . I'm dead. Light me up, will you?"