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27-08-02: Ow
Proddy Llysereth means headachey Lydiere -- ow.

You stride east to the Living Caverns.
Ezemial chuckles and nods, "that much is true.. I guess the two species would be kindred souls indeed" He smiles and leans back taking another bite of cheese and breed. A pause while he chews, swallows and takes another sip of juice to wash it all down. He arches his back and stretches a little before commenting again, "I'm not sure if I can't wait for this to happen or wish it wouldn't end... I can say that I've been busier as a candidate than a stablehandfore sure"

Laelyn laughs , "Definatly a bit of work, but it keeps our minds off the waiting" she finishes drinking her juice, "But yeah, it is starting to get to me, when it will all happen, can almost see the eggs hardening everyday"

Lydiere nearly stumbles over her own feet as she crosses the cavernm, eyes squinting against the brightness of the electric lights. She manages to pour herself a mug of something - what it is, she doesn't seem to have noticed, or much cared about, turning to grasp onto a chair as she works her way back across.

"You ok, Lydiere?" Ezemial asks concerned as he notices Lydiere stumble towards the trestle, "You should sit down" He says jumping up to offer a pulled out chair for the rider if she wants it.

Laelyn turns as she hears the goldrider's entrance, "Everything ok Ma'am? " she queries gently .

Lydiere blinks several times in Ezemial and Laelyn's direction, before she manages to figure out - apparently - who he is, a half smile pulled quickly onto her lips. "Head," is all she manages to say, shielding her eyes as she steps closer, the offered seat accepted, and sunk into. After a pause, she adds, for clarification. "Hurts." Wincing, she adds, jumbling her words together as she attempts to speak very quickly, "Don't pay me no mind; go on with whatever you were talking about." Hurry - before it hurts her head too much.

Ezemial settles back into his chair with a frown looking at Lydiere, "have you seen a healer?" It's kind of hard to go on with normal conversation with a friend looking like they've been run over by a really big bronze.

Laelyn bites her lip a bit, "Want some Herbal tea, It always helps ma when ..her head hurts..." she offers gently to the goldrider, trying not to speak too loud like whne her mother has a hangover.

Lydiere shakes her head quickly - and apparently immediately regrets it. "Llysereth," she mutters, as quietly as she can, eyes shutting tightly. "Making my head spin." Her expression is slightly guilty, as if she very much regrets interrupting people. She holds up her mug, adding to Laelyn, "Doesn't help. Not much does."

"Llysereth?" Ezemial looks confused and lowering his voice as well, "what's wrong with Llysereth?" He sits back and tries to smile a little, "and don't worry, you aren't interrupting anything"

"Proddy," mutters Lydiere, mostly beneath her breath, huddling over so that the light doesn't catch her eyes too much.

Laelyn aaahs softly, "Planning on rising soon I take it?" she asks sympatheitcally.

Ezemial ohs and frowns, "I didn't know it made you sick.. I'm sorry to hear that Lydiere." He pats her arm tentatively before sitting back again, "let's all hope she rises very soon then"

Lydiere doesn't manage to nod her head in response to both Laelyn and Ezemial - that causes too much pain, though she smiles wanly. "She goes all emotional, and loud, and it makes my head hurt," she explains, in hushed tones. "Shan't be much longer. More eggs!" A somewhat weak smile follows.

Laelyn smiles at that, "More eggs is good, I suppose its all worth it in the end" she shakes her head a bit, "Well going to head off to bed , hope you feel better soon..

Ezemial smiles at Laelyn, "sleep well, Laelyn, see you in the morning" He gives a wave but keeps his voice down as he speaks. He looks back over at Lydiere sympathetically, "how long does this usually last?"

Laelyn exits the caverns, heading out into the bowl.

Lydiere lifts her right hand after Laelyn, though she doesn't manage to say anything in time. "Few days," she adds, to Ezemial. "Gets bad, then better during the flight."

Ezemial nods a little bit, "have you tried talking to the healers about it.. maybe getting something to help ou sleep through a good portion of it?" He smiles faintly, "guess this goes to show there are downsides to even impressing from that little gold egg the girls moon over"

"Tried fellis once," reflects Lydiere, somewhat wryly. "Helps, having rank. Healers let you have stuff. Made me dizzy, and stupid, and didn't help much." A rather rapid, overdrawn nod is added: "/Real/ downsides. Should point it out to them."

Ezemial snorts quietly and nods, "yeah, I'm sure that's one thing they didn't think about.. I've seen the results of a few of the greens going proddy, but this certainly is a unique and unpleasant reaction.." He peers at Lydiere's mug, "if you need more let me go get it for you, I'm surprised you are even out of bed right now"

Lydiere admits, shutting her eyes all the way, still shielding her face with one hand, "Every gold's different. Llysereth's just-- like this. No, no, I'm fine." She takes another sip from her mug, adding, "Sick of bed. And dark, and quiet. I want Llysah, too, but she cries." Aww.

"That must be the worst, I'm sorry Lydiere.." He sits back again realizing he'd been leaning foward a bit much. He smiles slightly again, "At least it's this that lasts a few days, instead of the brooding over the eggs part being like this"

"True," agrees Lydiere, quietly. "Few days, every turn. Not so very, very bad." Wincing again - the light, the sound; all of it hurts her head too much - she hobbles to her feet. "Lying down. See you-- sometime. Sorry."

Ezemial smiles and gives a wave after Lydiere, "take care.. hope she goes soon!" Very lame, but what else can you say about this?

Lydiere's smile is only half visible, but it's honest. "Thank." Perhaps there was supposed to be a you there, but she forgets it, regardless.

You exit the caverns, heading out into the bowl.