It was not unlike a child being banished to one's room as a punishment. Isuelt left the Marketplace that night in the company of Icer. She had finished her patrol nearly three hours previous, and entered the town square to make sure that the cleanup from "Hannibal" was coming along and that shops and stalls were reopening. There had been all manner of commotion, mostly due to a drunken Race and an exploding fruit cart which had seemingly got the better of him. And though she figured that she would be keeping the peace, it was a few friends that had seen fit to keep her.
Isuelt's tireless schedule and constant lifestyle had finally caught up with her. She had been feeling poorly for the better part of four days; though this night, her illness definitely got the better of her. After arguing with the likes of Katt, Icer, Khoom, Arthour and Batosai that it was only a cold and nothing more, her body betrayed her. After a feverish coughing jag, blood was spat onto the cobblestones of the Marketplace. Weakened and in pain, she knew that it was indeed time to go home. Icer was sent to accompany her, and even that Isuelt fought. Do not carry me. Scathachians are carried in one circumstance, and one circumstance only. And since she wasn't dead, Icer complied and simply walked behind her Scathachian friend.
The journey west from the Marketplace up to the Northwest cliffs was a long one; though what began as a simple enough trek, became akin to scaling a mountain for the feverish Judge. The uphill climb, which she could ordinarily take in a sprint became a challenge for her rebellious lungs and her pounding head. Icer, to her credit, remained true to her word. There were several times when Isuelt involuntarily stopped, whether to cough and spit more blood aside, or simply catch her breath. The great blue dragon simply waited on her friend, never varying from her role as companion.
At one point, as they neared the North West gate, Isuelt paused. Dizziness and a wave of chest constrictions hit her hard and as she dropped to a knee, stubborn as ever, Icer merely stood over her so as to shelter the proud Scathachian from any prying public eyes. After all, "Scathachians never show fear, never show weakness, never show vulnerability." For two out of those three, Isuelt was not holding up her end of the Scathachian bargain. Icer's blue body provided the protection for not only Isuelt's body, but her pride as well. And when the pair finally reached the Scathachian Sanctuary high on the cliffs overlooking Rhydin's western shore, the exhausted Isuelt bowed her head to her friend in recognition of what she had done. Isuelt had seen Icer looking at her with a mixture of compassion and protection, perhaps much as Isuelt's own mother had so long ago. She knew very well that Icer had hidden what she could of Isuelt's illness from the citizens (and perhaps enemies lurking about). And for that Isuelt would be deeply grateful to her old friend. After all, no matter how stalwart one is, sometimes it's nice to feel watched over.
Isuelt's tireless schedule and constant lifestyle had finally caught up with her. She had been feeling poorly for the better part of four days; though this night, her illness definitely got the better of her. After arguing with the likes of Katt, Icer, Khoom, Arthour and Batosai that it was only a cold and nothing more, her body betrayed her. After a feverish coughing jag, blood was spat onto the cobblestones of the Marketplace. Weakened and in pain, she knew that it was indeed time to go home. Icer was sent to accompany her, and even that Isuelt fought. Do not carry me. Scathachians are carried in one circumstance, and one circumstance only. And since she wasn't dead, Icer complied and simply walked behind her Scathachian friend.
The journey west from the Marketplace up to the Northwest cliffs was a long one; though what began as a simple enough trek, became akin to scaling a mountain for the feverish Judge. The uphill climb, which she could ordinarily take in a sprint became a challenge for her rebellious lungs and her pounding head. Icer, to her credit, remained true to her word. There were several times when Isuelt involuntarily stopped, whether to cough and spit more blood aside, or simply catch her breath. The great blue dragon simply waited on her friend, never varying from her role as companion.
At one point, as they neared the North West gate, Isuelt paused. Dizziness and a wave of chest constrictions hit her hard and as she dropped to a knee, stubborn as ever, Icer merely stood over her so as to shelter the proud Scathachian from any prying public eyes. After all, "Scathachians never show fear, never show weakness, never show vulnerability." For two out of those three, Isuelt was not holding up her end of the Scathachian bargain. Icer's blue body provided the protection for not only Isuelt's body, but her pride as well. And when the pair finally reached the Scathachian Sanctuary high on the cliffs overlooking Rhydin's western shore, the exhausted Isuelt bowed her head to her friend in recognition of what she had done. Isuelt had seen Icer looking at her with a mixture of compassion and protection, perhaps much as Isuelt's own mother had so long ago. She knew very well that Icer had hidden what she could of Isuelt's illness from the citizens (and perhaps enemies lurking about). And for that Isuelt would be deeply grateful to her old friend. After all, no matter how stalwart one is, sometimes it's nice to feel watched over.