Schizophrenic Fever Dreams

It had taken some time, but with the remedy Sephiran had offered him, his sickness was finally easing up. Though, the damn cough still lingered at inopportune moments. He thought it would have been in his best interest to rest as long as he could tolerate it. But out of sheer boredom, he couldn’t stop himself from wandering through neighboring territories. Even still, he often found himself returning to the shelter of the mines. Not necessarily because it was by far that inviting … it kept him close to her. Close enough that if he needed to see her or check on her, he could without too much time spent traveling in his fatigued state.

On this particular day, he could still hear the pulse rushing in his ears leftover from his rather irritating encounter with the prey-like girl. While his walk back to the mines did help calm his mind a bit, the intense feelings of annoyance hadn’t fully released the grasp over his consciousness. His head pounded with an exhale of the cough that refused to leave him as he stumbled into the shelter to dig for any of the herbs that might be leftover- at least there was enough for an additional dose. Just as he had gotten the bitter plant matter down his gullet, a familiar voice echoed through the cavern. Craning his neck around, he made his way back toward the entrance. However, when he got to the natural light of the tunnel’s entrance, it was there he came to an immediate stop.

Sephiran- and Sephiran’s new pet- stood posted up at the opening with a limp form lying on the ground before him. Initially, he thought it was prey. But the longer he stood staring, it suddenly became clear to him that it wasn’t a prey animal at all. “What … is that?” Aresenn questioned the Saxe boy. Not shocked, or surprised. Not even disgusted. More curious than anything else.

"Aresenn Praetor"