It came on slow. Or was it fast? L’mul didn’t know. He didn’t feel like he knew much of anything. His brain felt like the goopy, watery stuff that was blocking his airways. It was hard to breathe, harder to stand. He was leaning against Stariath, huffing.
“Owara?” He called, weakly. He didn’t know if he could make it back inside, close as their weyr was. Stariath, could you...?
Mine’s, Mine is very weak. He hurts. He calls for you.
Echoes of Pern [Closed]
A Dragonriders of Pern B/C RP
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