Post by bellasuem on May 3, 2017 18:48:14 GMT -6
Thrynn
Stallion / Raider / War-Forged
Stallion / Raider / War-Forged
It came as little surprise to Thrynn when his youngest sister came back toting yet another cup of steaming tea. The smell of it reached him well before she did, and he scrunched his nose up at the thought of forcing down more foul herbal blends in the hope that one of them would provide him with relief. A pang of guilt stabbed at his heart as his sister's face fell, no doubt noticing his revolted expression, and he quickly sought to amend his mistake.
"Kiri, I, uh- I think I've had all the tea I can manage for one day," he began, his voice coming out hoarse and even cracking noticeably in a few places. Thrynn felt as though he had swallowed a mouthful of coarse mountain gravel. "I think it's helping a little bit, though," he added, not wanting to discourage her, "I feel bett-" the stallion's lie literally caught in his throat as he broke out into another fit of coughing. Between gasps, he couldn't help but notice the look of deep concern on his sister's face. He felt a rising sense of reluctance as his fit finally passed, and he had to face the filly head on. "Fine. I'll go see a Medic," he conceded.
After an agonizing walk into town, Thrynn stopped in the center of the road to catch his breath. By Kaia's horn, it feels like someone has their hooves on my chest, he thought, struggling to appear normal as he continued on. He wasn't even sure where he was going; he hadn't been to see a Medic in years, and the last one he had gone to died two winters ago. Maybe it was the fever getting to him, but he suddenly recalled a conversation his two cousins had had during a clan reunion a few months back; something about a renowned but reclusive Medic who lived up the mountain a ways. It was certainly the fever talking now, only a deluded horse would consider walking up a mountain path in his condition preferable to walking around town to look for a Medic where others could see him bumbling about. Nevertheless, Thrynn heaved a sigh, which brought on another bout of coughing, and headed for the path that led out of town and up towards the mountain.
It took him longer than it should've, and if he was being completely honest he didn't even remember the entire trip. It all blurred into one wheezy ordeal, and he was astounded when he finally came upon a small house set into the rocky side of the mountain. He had expected to just keep walking until he passed out, hopefully to be found by a scouting patrol later on in the day. He stood in front of the old wooden door for a few minutes, wondering hazily if he would even be welcome; after all he didn't know this horse apart from a passing rumor, and there was no guarantee that he would even be home. Another coughing fit took over and Thrynn listlessly knocked a hoof against the door, as if his wheezing and sputtering wasn't enough of an announcement.
WC: 526