Unwelcome Return Jun 24, 2009 15:21:26 GMT -5
Post by .K.aci on Jun 24, 2009 15:21:26 GMT -5
Crown found herself pinned by Ezelth, drawn against her side as the Queen fought desperately to protect Her’s from the pain. She was half mad, not realizing that most of the pain came from herself. Crown had spent enough time in the Healer’s to know it was a bad Threadburn, made worse by the fact that Crown had let her hang in the air for too many seconds. She cursed herself as she tried to see the haunch, but Ezelth was holding it up off of the ground – all Crown could see was too much ichor, in too thick a stream. It seemed as though the whole back leg had been eaten through, at least one part to the bone. Oh, Faranth, this was ALL her fault.
Ezelth had voices in her head, too many of them! She drew on the wings, but found they were calm – she could draw off of that, although she was furious the two elder Queen’s had to have everything. They always stole the dragons! She NEEDED them, and they were selfish enough to take them away! It was a fury that wasn’t true, and Crown could only understand half of her dragon’s madness – she was half blinded by the mantled wings and the pain in her own hand. “Ezelth!” Her throat was raw from yelling, but she did all the same, fighting to be heard and calm her dragon down. Her’s made her calm for just a moment, and she could take in the calm that the other Queen’s had been pushing on the wings – she understood she had to stop confusing them, cut off her ties. She did so, wrenching from the other dragons and fighting it all on her own. It was too much – she had been alone at birth, Her’s running from Her!
Crown sensed Ezelth calming down and encouraged it, urging her on with a hopeful heart… And then her dragon did something, and suddenly her mind was nothing but fear and pain. Anger was gone, and it had become as though she was a young dragonet again. It swept Crown up, and the young woman found herself floating with her dragon, gone to the world. Ezelth, the people are trying to help you and yours. You must stop snapping and let them near. You both are in need of their help. For yours and your rider’s sake alike, let them near. The words tried to tug Ezelth from her pain, and she succumbed for barely an instant before knocking them aside, fighting blindly although she couldn’t understand what she was fighting anymore. Ezelth! Ezelth, they are healers, they will take the pain away! It was a lesser dragon, not so much a Queen, and she could see him infront of her. He was the old Blue, but she fought like a child would, darting away and roaring again in fear.
Something struck her wing, but she ignored it as if it was a bug, letting Crown try to figure out what had caused her dragon to fight even more. ‘Claudia!’ No one called her that – it drew her forward, out of the pain haze that Ezelth was dragging her into. “Gaylen?” She knew the old Healer, not well, but it was enough. ‘We’ve got to hold her still! That is bleeding badly, and I have the means to staunch it, but she has to let me in!’ Fix her Ezelth? “Alright!” Her voice was steady and strong, if not a little ragged from the pain she feeling, but she had to fix Ezelth. This was HER fault, she had to fix it!
Meanwhile, Ezelth was in the middle of arguing with a Blue. It turned out she had hit His, and the Blue had uncharacteristically yelled at her, Now cut that out! They're trying to help you! Get hold of yourself, Pern needs you! Anger flooded through her. How DARE he tell her what to do? How DARE he order her around? She was Queen! She would protect Her’s and no Blue would tell HER what to do! Fury etched into Crown’s head, and she gasped, stumbling back. Ezelth’s mind was so open, she could hear what the Blue had told her – and she had understood that Ezelth had understood for a moment.
Minds were touching her again, many minds that she knew. These were minds that had reached out to her when she was just a little younger and had urged her to stay for Her’s – now Her’s voice echoed them, raw kindness and fear for her own safety bleed into the words. Her’s cared, as Tirenth, Lefayeth, Alabanth, and Gwynevith all soothed her. It was Her’s voice that broke threw them all, as the young woman drew upon the power that had helped her live for so long against all odds reach out to Ezelth, gripping her mind and soothing her like a raging runner colt. Hush, my love. It is alright! The words were repeated, and trembling on fatigued muscles Ezelth did manage to calm down, as another form burst from the sky and landed, thudding near them. It almost brought Ezelth into a frenzy, but Crown had her and fought harder, taking the rains in her minds hands and yanking up harder. The Gold succumbed, folding her wings slowly and carefully and dropping her head to Alabanth. With Her’s there taking some of the pain she could function, draw back the Queen’s power as the wings cleared the rest of the thread. I am sorry, Alabanth. Thank you. It was nothing near her normal voice, but the young Queen dipped her head down and apologized anyway – Please, Alabanth, send Yours to help Artoneth. I will be fine soon. It wasn’t true, and Crown shouted a ragged, “No!” A direct order to Alabanth as she made her way to the head of her dragon, although it wasn't supposed to be done and he probably wouldn't listen to her over an order of a gold. “There are other Healer’s, and Gaylen is the best. You need to be helped!”
The girl was trembling, taking too much of the pain off of her dragon than was safe – her head was aflame and her leg hurt so much, her hand bloody although Crown didn’t realize it. It was just Ezelth – that was all there was. MineOwn, you bleed. The comment was a hazy half in and out, and Crown nodded, tears streaming down her face as she fought to take the pain and keep it. “It’s just a scratch – I will be fine. Just let them take care of you, please.” From overhead a form blinked from between that Ezelth knew. Tirenth. She reached out to the Bronze, no longer a Queen. Now she was just a scared little Princess that needed people to comfort her, and His could help Her’s. He could make sure they stopped bleeding, right? The golden head let her eyes close, exhaustion and adrenaline combining together to let her drift in and out, detached from the pain now. It was too much anymore – she dropped out of any semblance of sanity and drifted on a cloud of darkness.