08-05-2009, 05:45 PM
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Post again if you want, if not just archive?  She said nothing right then, and perhaps it was for the better, because he might very well have regretted calling for her at all if all she would do was to reprimand him for his actions. He was tired, and when he was tired he was irritable. Besides, he would not stand for being patronized like a child when he had nearly sacrificed his life for the safety of their tribe. Perhaps Ember had not known of these attacks, and the threat Brennt had been to their world, but she still had no right to question him. The male quenched his anger with the silence, taking it as a sign that the warning had gone home, and said nothing more. There was no reason to get angry now, anyway, and he had to be grateful to her for her help. She decided that she would check on him, and Dawali sighed barely audibly, as if resigned. He could not object, because he knew that if it was her that was sick, she would not have been able to stop him for anything in the world. Perhaps it was time that someone took care of him, since he had devoted his life to take care of everyone else. His herbs kicked in as she carried him to his den, and soon enough he was half awake, half asleep. Sometimes a snore would escape from his maw before he snorted out of it, and his head lolled this way and that, as if not able to decide where to stay. By the time the two reached his home, he was fast asleep, tongue out and eyes closed. It was medicated sleep, but sleep still. |