Eleasis 13 1370 dr

[child_of_bhaal]

Who: Syeira and YOU
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Red Fish, other ships, Iskaulit
When: Beginning 8/10 and ongoing

[Red Fish]

Hello Red Fish. Here she is. Again. Clean as a whistle, in her clothes that should be less than dust, all neat and tidy. Even her hair is brushed. But somehow she still looks like a wreck. Probably due to the all over flush and the sweating due to her raging fever. And also the fact that she feels as weak as a newborn kitten. She stumbles, leaning heavily against walls when she can't keep to her feet.

[On your ship, her first week back]

Somehow, she's there. Feverish, very likely still dressed for bed. Because that's where she ought to be. But no, she's on your ship. Wandering around, maybe looking for someone, or something. Talking to herself softly, deliriously. How did she fly a shuttle in this condition? Probably very poorly.

"Here...Here? Wrong place. Or the right place?"

[Iskaulit, first week]

She has a stick of charcoal in her hand and she's chosen some spot, a wall or floor, perhaps in the garden or the gym, or one of the bars or even a hallway, and she's furiously drawing. It's just lines and smudges in black on black. The more she tries to make it make sense, the less it seems to, and the more her obvious frustration grows.

"I saw...I saw but it won't come out..." There's black streaks across her face, her hands and on her shift. She's still a weak, feverish mess.

Comments

Red Fish

[girlverine]

[Laura is in the cargo hold with her fuzzy slug things, and she smells Syeira before she hears her. That faintly, off-putting sense of someone clearly ill. She's just putting the slug she was holding back into one of the tanks when the door opens, and she turns, frowning at the taller woman. Hmm. She knew of her, but hadn't really met her...the problem of spending so much time alone.]

You are ill.

[So helpful, Laura.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Incredibly helpful. It strikes her as funny, prompting a moment of clarity through the fever haze.]

Is that what this is? I hate it.

[The little chuckle costs her, and she needs to drapes about 3/4 of herself against the nearest wall.]

This isn't Hell.

[The observation is mildly puzzled.]

[girlverine]

No, it isn't.

[She should know, she's been there. When the woman slumps, Laura moves over towards her, not quite close enough to touch, but if she fell, the teen could catch her.]

You are on the Red Fish.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Sye doors her best to stay on her feet. It's accomplished mostly by having 80% of her weight against the wall, but she's still up. For now.]

How? Shouldn't be possible.

[She's trying very hard to stay present, when her head feels like it's full of hot steam, and her limbs are made of lead.]

[girlverine]

I don't know. But you are.

[She finally closed the difference between them, reaching out to steady her.]

You should not be up.

[All of this is said very matter-of-factly.]

[child_of_bhaal]

Shouldn't be alive.

[It's not outright disagreement. Or wanting rectification. It just doesn't make sense.

She focuses more on the other woman's face, making herself pay attention to details. It's not often she sees prior shorter than herself, and instantly wonders if she's an elf. But that's not possible. All the elves from other worlds are tall.]

You're....Laura? Yes?

[That's about all she has.]

[girlverine]

[She has no frame of reference for why the older girl shouldn't be alive, so she...doesn't comment. Instead she reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder, trying to help her straighten.]

Yes.

[child_of_bhaal]

We never talked...

[She's drifting, fever sapping her focus. Her weight leans heavily into Laura's hand; it's mostly what's keeping her up, along side the wall.]


...should change that.

[girlverine]

[Laura wasn't the most...social of people. It was probably far more her fault than the older woman's.]

Okay.

[Was all she said in agreement. But at the same time she was stepping closer, propping the woman up, clearly having no issues with supporting her weight.]

But you need to go lie down now.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Few would have difficulty lifting her, she weights less than a human of her size really ought to. The fun of elven genetics.]

Okay...

[It's hard to argue, when all she wants is to lay down and sleep for a century. But she tries at least to help get herself around.]

[girlverine]

[Laura was actually a bit surprised by that, but it only takes her a moment to compensate for the lack of weight, helping to turn her towards the rest of the ship.]

Were you ill when you woke up?