Aelina & Pupnutie

[Aelina]

((Zharron gives the words "tough love" a whole new meaning. XD))

Fuming and making his way into the others home Len could barely appreciate the small relaxing sensation that washed over him. Calming slightly more when the Rose walked up to him, he could still feel the anger at Delan burning in his gut, though managed not to direct it towards the innocent party.

Staring at said Rose as he pressed his pleasantly cool forehead to Len's own, the Orchid found his mind wandering away as the other pulled back and tugged him along. His eyes were hazed with distant anger as his mind wandered back yet again over to Delan and his behavior as of late, along with their latest fight. He barely heard the threat let alone comprehended it as his jaw clenched remembering some of Del's more stinging comments. The burning in his gut grew, he could almost swear a bead of sweat had just run down his face....but no, he'd know if he was that far gone...wouldn't he?

Two more coughs tore themselves out of his throat before Zharron shoved him down onto a comfortable surface. Briefly shaken from his thoughts he glanced up to the now sitting figure and stared almost blankly with the distant rage as his brain slowly caught up on the sentences spoken. All the while a cough would rip from his throat every so often making his form shudder. A voice in the back of his head was practically screaming in warning, that he needed to calm down now if he was going to avoid the practically inevitable.

A thick swallow brought another small fit of coughs past his lips, closer together now. But still the tight coil of anger refused to budge, instead bringing up the last screamed words between the two, and the thin cord of health he'd managed to keep finally snapped. He had just put one leg down on the male's bed, to follow through with Zharron's request, when the attack hit him. The rage in his now wide eyes was replaced by pain before they were shut tightly. The coughs wracked his body violently barely giving him time to inhale and continue.

Hunched over with a hand clamped over his mouth, holding his middle tightly with his other arm, Leanthos could hear that little voice in the back of his head start the 'I told you so's'. His head was spinning and he felt sick to his stomach, light headed from lack of air. His throat burned and he half gasped to draw ragged air into the lungs that immediately expelled it again. God, please don't let there be blood....or only a little....please... Hating the familiar symptoms Len half opened his eyes only to see spots dance on his vision, as his cough finally had an almost wet sound before something splattered into his palm.

Not wanting to look but knowing he'd have to, Leanthos shakily brought the hand down and stared at the red liquid covering half of his hand. A mix of distaste and relief swirled around in his half consciousness as he stared at it, at least it was only a little...and he could breathe now. Speaking of the weak ragged breaths, he now remembered his 'audience' to the small attack...now that he had enough oxygen flowing to his brain. Drawing his mind out of the haze slightly he fought off the inky black that now swam in his vision to at least sense where the male was before he was forced to succumb.

((.....I did it again. XD;; ugh. Len stop being so descriptive.))

[Pupnutie]

(Look it up in the dictionary, You'll see his picture.)

Zharron was up within moments when the coughing got worse. When Len coughed up blood, Zharron began to rub his back. When the coughing subsided enough, he pulled the lord into his lap while he kept rubbing the other's back in effort to soothe and calm the other down. Or at least put him to sleep.

How he wished Penny was here. She knew more about this sort of thing than he did. This whole ordeal was new to him, and it made him feel awkward. The only time he had ever consoled anyone was when he attended Evalyn's funeral, and that was to support Penny while he bottled up his own pain.

He banished all thoughts about Evalyn from his mind. No time to dwell in the past, Len needed someone right now. Someone to make him feel better, not make worse due to the past.

Zharron let the other lean against him as he continued to rub Len's back. He hadn't noticed that he had begun to hum until he went to move the orchid onto his bed. Seeing as Len looked more tired than anything, Zharron moved away a bit to give the other room to relax. He felt then that there was more that he had to do. But he didn't know what. Just that he needed to make sure the other slept.

The rose began to sing. It was the only thing that seemed appropriate. Unlike his music that reminiscent on the past, or his voice that he manipulated to hide as much as possible, Zharron's singing voice spoke what his eyes and heart knew and wanted to share. The song he sang had no permanent words and his voice went on different pitches so much (sometimes going slightly off key) that he most likely wouldn't be able to recreate it again later on. But the song spoke of pain, lost-love, a content life, and so much more. Hope seemed to be shyly whispering it's desires within the song's context, all while carrying this unknown feel to it.

(Bleh. I am not happy with this. Meh.)

[Aelina]

((....he could of put a blanket on him. owo XD ))

Now that he was focusing it didn't take the Orchid long to find where the Rose was at all. How could it? What with the hand on his back, the comfortable warmth he was leaning against...he'd be rather irritated with himself if he couldn't figure out that it was Zharron.

Though...while exhausted and fighting off the after-effects of the attack, he couldn't help but have a small part of him be surprised. Shocked even. Of course he knew that he and Zharron were on good terms, borderline friends, but he'd never really expected the male to allow let alone initiate physical contact. Then again he had just coughed up blood, well whatever his reasoning Len found himself grateful.

Half lulled to quiet, still somewhat ragged, breathing from the rhythmic movements on his back, Leanthos barely noticed that he was being laid down. In fact he only truly noticed when the hand stopped and Zharron's presence disappeared completely, from what he could feel anyway. Forcing the emerald orbs to open, still only managing a crack with the strength he had left, he could dimly see a blurry image of the male.

Confusion slowly left him as he pieced together the situation. Zharron probably saw the exhaustion that had filled him like it always did and wanted him to sleep, hell wasn't that why he'd been brought here in the first place? Letting his eyes drift shut again Leanthos started to try and let his body relax into slumber.

He'd barely touched the dark brink when something soft caught his ears. Starving off the need to pass out, he let weary ears listen to the soothing melody that seemed to wipe the remaining tension from his being. He could barely make out any words if there were any, and the notes went slightly sour from time to time, but the tiny left over furrow in his brow had vanished. A peaceful look filled his face and a small smile had settled into the corner of his mouth.

Now fully relaxed and very much so tired, the Orchid at last let himself sink into the abyss for recovery. The content and even happy expression lingering on the now sleeping face. His breath had finally evened out to a steady slow rising and falling in his chest, all hoarse and roughness gone from it. While he still had the dark circles, poor, though improving, coloring and dehydrated look about him; Leanthos looked himself again. And who would be more grateful for it was anyone's guess.

((LEN! I SAID ENOUGH WITH THE GIANT POSTS OF DOOM! D8<))

[Pupnutie]

((damn. You just get back and my laptop fails me. that sucked.))

When Len's breathing evened out, Zharron unfolded the blanket to cover him. He never did get get out of making his bed military style....

He sighed as he undid his wraps to rub his eyes. He set his eyes on the Orchid's form. "What am I going to do with you? You're causing so much trouble. Keep this up and time may actually repeat itself. Considering what time has dealt out to be before, I sincerely hope not, for both our sakes."

About a half hour later, Penny came up. Seeing Len's form, she began to panic and Zharron had to fill her in.

"Penny? Could you stay with him for a while? I need to bail our Lord out of further stressing himself out. If he gets up and still looks worse than crap, tie him down under my orders and say that I will introduce him into womanhood if he fails to comply," He gave a lazy glare to the sleeping plant before covering his eyes and heading out,

"Hehe, Good luck. It'll be best for him," Penny giggled before she got to work on looking after her "Big Brother" and planing on what to serve for dinner.

--------------Later-----------

Zharron walked around the district of the garden where the royals lived. He landed up having to ask where Len's family lived, having only gone there once and he never pays enough attention to things like that when recovering. Once he reached the home, he had a bit of trouble with a rather prissy honeybee who apparently thought he was worthless to the ranks and shouldn't be allowed to be in the district.

"Look. I really need to talk to Lord Leanthos' family. It is urgent. No, I will not tell you what because it is none of your beeswax," he actually had to put effort into not laughing at his pun.

"And I do not care. Now would you just get. The. Fu-"

"Valerie! That is no way to talk to Lord Leanthos' bride! If he needs to meet with his future in-laws, then let him," cried a Lily-of-the-Valley. "Please, sir. If you would follow me,"

"Thank you." Zharron was rather irked by the mention of his engagement, but ignored it in favor for finally getting away from the bee. "What is your name, little one?"

The small Lily blushed. "M-Mary."

"What a fitting name. I'm Zharron. Tell me, do you know a Pansy named Penny?"

"Penny? Y-yes! She's been very kind to me and has helped me out a whole lot! Do you know her as well, sir?"

"She's an old friend of mine. We're close."

"A-ah. That is nice to hear. Penny has seemed happier lately. Oh! H-here we are," Mary softly knocked on the door before receiving the ok to go in. "L-lord Aithilus? S-sir Zharron has came to talk to you. Shou-" She was interrupted when Zharron came in without permission.

"Hello there, Lord Aithilus was it? Hi. I am engaged to your son be order of the court and I need to talk to you about him." Mary 'eeped' before dismissing herself, mumbling something about going back to Lady Bellyre.

[Aelina]

Leanthos slept for awhile longer, until the dehydration became enough of a growing issue to wake him. Groggy and a bit sluggish, though quite comfortable despite the after effects, Green eyes started cracking open as he began trying to get the blurry world in front of him to focus.

Opening his eyes slightly wider he glanced down at the blanket as he slowly started to sit up, a dry tongue moving to try and wet chapped lips. Slowly scanning the room he noted it's absence of his host. Pulling the blanket back he swung his legs over the side, though remained sitting with his arms braced as if ready to push up. He knew better though, to stand right after waking up from an attack was a one way ticket to meeting the floor.

He knew that, he knew it very well...but dear God if he didn't get water soon he felt like he'd die. His throat burned making a few, thankfully harmless, coughs leave him and agitate the sore windpipe. Coughing up blood seemed to have very little difference than having stomach acid come up instead. Seated and not seeing any water, Len was debating his options as he groaned slightly as the headache and left over nausea started; drawing a hand to his face and gripping the mattress more firmly with the other.

Dear god he hated his race sometimes.

-Elsewhere-

To say Aithilus was surprised wasn't even close to the full level of shell shocked he was feeling. But getting over the...crass, though thankfully still somewhat polite, wording and forward behavior and letting the actual message sink in a feeling of worry passed over him for his only son.

Clearing his throat and shaking the small furrow from his brow he nodded to a seat next to his desk as he turned from his work. "Please sit down Sir Zharron...." He didn't bother mentioning that he knew full well who the Rose was and what his connection to his son was. The furrow returned after a moment and only deepened to a degree as the worry also came with it once more. "What do you need to speak to me about concerning my son?"

There was actually a wide range of what the Rose could want to talk about concerning Leanthos....none of which he really wanted to think about. At all.

[Pupnutie]

Penny, who'd been in the kitchen that was out of the bedroom's sight, heard the groan from Leanthos. Setting aside the treats she was making, she grabbed a pitcher and a glass. She figured the young lord would be thirsty, considering she hadn't seen the water pouch that Zharron had given him anywhere. She filled the pitcher on her way to the bedroom where she saw the Orchid sitting up.

"Hey there Sleeping Beauty, as Aron would say," She giggled before handing him the glass after she poured the water in. "I'm under orders from our general to keep you in bed until, and I quote, you stop "looking worse than crap." Also do not resist. I am also under orders to tie you down and to say that Aron will introduce you into womanhood if you fail to comply with his orders," She grinned as she refilled the cup.

---------With Zharron-------

"I just wanted to let you know that he will be missing in action for a while. He is with me and quite frankly, I refuse to release him until he stops looking like he's about to keel over and die. If there is anyone that needs him, oh well. They have to wait. How he made it to my home is beyond me. Please send word around that he got sick from stress and apparently from having squabbles with someone that has been the reason for him coming to visit me so much and the main cause for his condition. If you want reports on him, bug Penny. She's a pansy who works here and she visits me more that he does. She's with him now actually," the rose reported as he stood. He really didn't feel like sitting.

"Any questions?"

[Aelina]

Glancing up as he heard the familiar voice, Leanthos offered a weak smile to Penni as he accepted the water gratefully. Swallowing a few gulps down he finally managed to get a chuckle out as he heard Zharron's 'warnings' before he continued to drink with a small curl of a smile still in the corner of his mouth. Trust the Rose to find someway to make bodily harm a form of caring. Finishing off the water with a small puff of a sigh, allowing the Pansy to refill the glass, Len cleared his throat before attempting to speak. "That won't be a problem...I know full well that my body won't go anywhere for awhile." Drinking a sip of water to soothe the raw voice, the male chuckled looking up at Penni. A crooked smile, stronger than the last, crossed his lips as a playful glint entered his eye. "So Zharron will have to find another way to try and castrate me."

Finishing off the water, politely waving off any offer for a third drink, Len set the glass down still chuckling quietly. Thinking upon the Rose's threats, he found he knew quite well that the male would not hesitate to follow through if angered. And lets face it, he was rather attached to the part of himself that Zharron kept threatening. But though his words and mannerisms were harsh and very much so rough around the edges, Zharron was a very caring and honor following flower. He just wasn't conventional in the sense. Closing his eyes to thoughts and sight as he sighed quietly with fatigue, Len could feel the drowsiness return almost ten fold.

Barely opening his eyes halfway as he laid down again he looked at Penni, "If I'm not awake when he returns, tell Zharron what I said to his 'order' please? I'm sure he'd get a chuckle out of it." His eyes turned slightly more serious "...you'll thank him for me won't you? I mean..I'll say it again when I wake up, but it'd be nice for him to hear it once without brushing it off..." Shutting his eyes once more, he gave a small smile. "...thank you as well Penni, you're a sweetheart." With tha Leanthos gave a quiet heave of breath and fell back into dreamless sleep.

-Aithilus-

Staring at the Desert Rose in shock as he swallowed down the information, the elder Orchid found he could only blink as concern for his son began to gnaw at him. Finally regaining his wits somewhat he opened his mouth to speak when, "Brother had an attack?" Eyes snapped past the male onto the speaker of the worried tone, Bellyre. Sighing gently the elder flower rested his face in one hand. "....Unfortunately so it would seem my child."

The 16, year old flower looked down her brows furrowing as her hands clasped each other tightly. "But he's alright isn't he? It wasn't too bad of an attack right?" Aithilus simply shook his head. "I do not know Bellyre. You would have to ask Sir Zharron..." Bellyre flushed and looked down. "Ah...I'm sorry I intruded." sighing heavily she stared woefully at the floor. "..I hadn't realized things with Delan had gotten so bad." She murmured quietly to herself.

((OMG BIG. Ah and Belly has something to say to Zharron.....dont make him go poof just yet! 8D))

[Pupnutie]

Penny gave a soft smile, "I promise." She grinned and blushed a bit at the complement. "You're welcome. Now get better," she placed the water within his reach should he wake again before going back to the kitchen.

'Now all we have to do is wait for Aron.'

-------Zharron-----------

"It is fine. It IS your home after all," He spoke as politely as possible. No need to upset the girl further.

"I haven't been near many Orchids that have had one of these attacks, and I know that it is different for each family and Orchid. So, I do not know how severe this one was. On any note, I refuse to let him go anywhere in his condition. A friend of mine is with him at my home right now," The Rose assured the younger Orchid. "As to prevent any more attacks caused by your brother's lack of good health, if there is anything I can do to ease your minds then please let me know."

[Aelina]

The flower shook her head and glanced upward to the flower. “Thank you, but I did interrupt the conversation.” She said her tone soft...more to herself than anything. Raising her head once more as the Rose began speaking on her brother's condition she found relief welling up and filling both her and the elder’s features, despite the still strong concern. From how it sounded, Len’s attack had been a light or even mild one….if it had been severe Zharron would have been scrambling for a doctor not calmly explaining the situation to them. “Thank god……” Aithilus heaved a sigh and sank back into the chair putting his face into his hands.

Bellyre heaved her own quiet sigh of relief trying not to let any unnecessary tears accidentally spill, before her father was addressing the male again. “I can’t thank you enough for taking care of Leanthos....and continuing to do so until he is well. I will inform the court of his absence.” Turning his now hardening gaze to Bellyre his eyes narrowed somewhat. “…..Now what do you mean you didn’t realize things had gotten so bad…?”

Blushing Bellyre looked down again. “……Delan and Brother have been fighting almost every day now. I can hear them almost a corridor away sometimes.” A dark cloud of anger crossed the Orchid’s face as he stood. “…I believe I will have a word with Delan. Excuse me...” Watching her Father leave the female Orchid couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for the Rose when her father found him.

Turning back to Zharron, Bellyre watched him for a moment before looking at the ground with a grateful expression. "...You really....we can't...." Fumbling for the right words Bellyre gnawed at her lip and looked up to the eye covered male. "....I can't even find the words to tell you how grateful we are to you. Myself especially." Taking a breath she kept herself calm so her words would remain clear. "Brother....with everything going on, he was stressed out, angry but always trying to keep that smile up." A small sigh escaped, "I thought his face would actually break one day after a nasty fight....but when he goes to see you..." Bellyre looked to the floor again smiling genuinely. "You help him, he's relaxed when he comes back down, his smiles aren't so strained...he gets to breathe for a bit. ...If you hadn't been there..." The smile waned as she thought of the possibility. "...Brother could of had a severe attack....not to mention sooner."

((I wish to write more but more will not come, and I dont want to cut out any reaction from Zharron. owo))

[Pupnutie]

Zharron watched Len's father leave. He didn't feel sorry for the other rose, for as far as he was concerned, this Delan fellow deserved it. His attention was stolen by Len's little sister as she thanked him. Scratching behind his neck, the Desert plant took a moment to figure out how would be the best way to reply.

"...Your brother isn't a pain in my side nor is he a pawn that follows orders around as though he was a puppet doll having it's strings pulled. For that, I have come to respect him. He isn't like the others I've been engaged to. Actually, he's been rather pleasant. I may not use my sight as much as I could, but I've still seen how he has been when he's come to visit me lately. As I've said previously, I do not have a strong knowledge of Orchid illnesses and such, but I do have a general idea. When he visited me today, he was shouting down the mountain and when he came in he was looking worse than the soldiers that came down with Trench Rot. Let me tell you that I was in no way letting him leave while ill. I like having someone to bully from time to time," He added a smile at the end to show that he was joking.

That was when an idea struck him. "Do you know where the water pouch I gave him when he first visited me is? I just remembered that Leanthos didn't have it when he came over. That would explain his dehydration. If you know, could I take it with me so he would have it when he is well enough to come down?"

[Aelina]

Bellyre couldn’t help but smile at the male as he spoke about Len, giggling quietly at the joke. She could see why her brother would flee up to the mountain a bit more clearly now. Despite his reputation, Zharron seemed to be a rather friendly flower when he wanted to be. Hearing his request for the gourd so her brother had something to drink from on the way down the mountain, Bell nodded and turned for the door. “Follow me.”

Taking the rose down a few quiet corridors Bellyre came to a stop at a familiar pair of doors. Opening one she beckoned the male to follow as she entered Len’s room. Very little had changed from the last time Zharron had visited, except his desk which was now nearly covered in different scrolls and books with more piled next to it. Glancing at the mess the Orchid shook her head. “Honestly, him and that project.” Pausing in her search to straighten the paper, Bellyre muttered in an exasperated tone before continuing onward to the gourd.

Picking the item and turning to face the warrior Bell looked down for a moment. “Sir Zharron? I……I have a favor to ask.” Taking a breath and making eye contact she continued on. “Would you take me to see my brother? I trust you to take care of him…but as you said you don’t have much knowledge of Orchid illnesses. It would ease my mind as well as my family’s if one of us could see him.” Remembering Leanthos speaking of the rose’s wariness to letting people into his home she gave an almost earnest look. “You could blindfold me if it would make you feel better on your home’s security…”

[Pupnutie]

Zharron remained silent for a moment before speaking, "If there is water in that thing already, then let's go. If not, then we'll have to make a stop. I do hope you're not afraid of speed and jumping from place to place, because that is how we're going to get you to my home. It would be best if you left a note so no one would think I kidnapped you."

[Aelina]

The earnest look began to fade as the male continued to silently stare at her. Bellyre looked to the floor getting ready for the refusal, resigning herself to praying to the Goddess that her brother would be fine. Looking up again as he seemed to avoid the question, it took a moment for the wording to sink in. Eyes wide and grateful she smiled widely before nodding and shaking the gourd slightly so the water sloshed around a bit. "Brother always has it filled."

To his second question she held a determined look and nodded. "I'll be fine, just give me a moment to write the note." Going to Len's desk and setting the gourd down, she scribbled a quick note before going to the door and asking a passing servant to give it to her parents. Heading back to the desk she put the sash for the gourd over her head and wore it in a similar fashion Len did. Looking to Zharron she nodded, "Ready." unsure of what he wanted her to do.

[Pupnutie]

"Follow me," Zharron said as he led the way to the front and out of the complex. He didn't stop except to give a shit-eating grin to the sassy worker bee who was speechless at seeing him with the royal orchid. He then chuckled lightly as he led the way to the mountain base. However, the path he made had random turns and twists that often led them to the same place more than once.

"In case you're wondering, I'm seeing with my nose, ears, and feet. I was trained to not rely on my eyes at a young age, so I tend to not use them. My teacher would leave me stranded in the middle of the desert with that water pouch there. I had to find my own way back. Now, I know this place extremely well and can navigate myself despite being 'blind.' I know where I'm going," He chuckled again. Many often were doubtful by the way he went around, thinking he had no idea where he was or where he was going. Slowing down as to walk next to her, he lowered his voice so only Bellyre could hear him. "I'm going to loose those two wasps and the two mantises that've been following us since we left your home. Don't look."

He put his arm around the smaller orchid's shoulders as if the two were close companions and quickened their steps. "In a bit, we'll come to an ally that is closed off by a building in a few feet. We'll turn down there and they'll think they have cornered. Here is how we will escape: Those four will let us go on ahead and have us start to walk back in order to grab us. However, you and I will not be there. When we walk down the ally, I am going to pick you up and we will be jumping the rest of the way. I am very fast and those four won't think of looking up to find us."

True to the Rose's words, the duo soon came across the ally. Zharron led the way down as they neared the dead end. Without warning, Zharron lifted up Bellyre with one hand under her knees and the other on her back before leaping up onto the building's rooftop. Not a moment later, Zharron took off at speeds that no normal flower could match. Zharron ran along the roof tiles as though he was running on the road. He made no move of slowing down as he neared the end of the building and where the text was a bit of a distance off, but not far enough to cause much worry. At the end of the roof, Zharron leaped into the air with his charge in a rather graceful motion, with one leg tucked in a bit more than the other which was straighter as to catch first the next rooftop with it's partner continuing the run.

The pattern repeated itself, the wind blowing in the duo's faces and the world around them a blur of color, sound, and smells. At one point, the two were met with a gap that was fairly large, as big as to allow four roads, two going one way and the last two the other, within and the neighboring building having a bit of a higher roof. Again, Zharron did not slow down. Instead, he sped up and leaped even high into the air, both legs tucked into himself and he held Bellyre closer to himself. Within a moment between being far from the next building to being withing it's landing range, Zharron left being in the garden. He was no longer in the garden hidden by the desert. Instead, he was in the mountains within the dessert, it was night instead of day, and he was coming close to a traitor. He had his eyes uncovered, showing no remorse and cold as ice, and his swords were drawn. A young child soldier of our equivalence of 12 years of age he was, and yet war and battle was already a familiarity. The water pouch around his neck crushed itself against him as he flew in the air. He was coming down on the enemy's head. He crossed his arms and-

He landed on the building. He broke free from the memory to the sound of the water pouch's liquid swishing around as it bounced on his charge's chest. He continued running, leaping, and landing without once slowing his speed. After a while, they came to another large gap. It wasn't as wide as the last wide one, but on the other side was a lone building that wasn't very long. Again, Zharron leaped. Again, a memory came to him as the soft hair on the young Orchid's head brushed against his chin and the sound of her heart beating near his own. Now, Bellyre was gone. In her stead, there was a young man. The man owned soft, silvery blond hair and dark blueish purple eyes. He laughed deeply, he heart thumping in time to a now 16 year old Zharron's own heart. One of the Rose's arms encircled this man, the other being used to support the smaller, giggling version of Penni on his back as the trio ran about. Again, he jumped, living in the joyous sound made by his two companions as he made their descent.

Zharron held Bellyre close as he tucked the two of them into landing on a roll. They continued to roll right off of the building where Zharron landed on his feet before taking off towards the mountain. He continued to jump and leap his way along the mountain side until he and the young Orchid made it to the opening of his cave. Now stopped, he let the girl down before leaning against the cave's opening.

"Please, give me a moment. I am not as I used to be, so running around and up a mountain has taken my breath. I would like it if you waited just a bit more. If you take the wrong tunnel, you'll fall to your death on spikes," he spoke slowly, taking deep breaths as he did so. Soon, he was breathing normally and led the way inside to his home.

((Holy shit I was on a roll. I really wanted to try to slip in more of Z's mental health issues sometime soon, and saw an opening when I was thinking of how I could add to my post. WOOO~ I am feeling good. ))

[Aelina]

((XDDD Oh god poor Bell))

Bellyre gripped the side of the cave wall while the other caught his breath, she was just waiting for the blood to stop rushing to her head and getting her lungs to work again. The trip had been little more than a colored blur after he'd taken the first jump. She'd been so scared when he said they were being followed...but that had become next to nothing compared to the blinding fear that had sent her heart into her throat from half flying in the air. Something she'd rather not do again. Swallowing harshly she shook her head when he asked her to wait so she didn't die "N-No...I-It's f-fine I d-don't m-mind w-waiting..." She muttered her legs shaking like crazy.

At least he'd taken good care of her while they traveled, in that Bellyre took comfort. Swallowing again she took her own breaths to steel her nerves, following the male when he'd gotten his wind back. Now that her own fear was starting to abate, curiosity and concern were retaking their place. She however remained silent letting time unfold her questions.

((......I feel a fail at this after your giant text wall. XD;; Lolz))