04-14-2022, 10:45 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]"Saturn!"
The panicked, desperate cry of Byriath- Byriath?- startled Kindledflame awake. Though her bed had been warm, a sudden fear spiked through her, cold spreading through every crack in her veins. Saturn... a lover...
...Redwood?
With a snarl that left smoke curling into the air, Kindledflame shook her head. This isn't about you, it's about Byriath. The poor dear probably needs help. Quickly getting to her paws and descending from her bed, the fox left her room and headed over to Byriath's abode. Get it together.
Upon reaching Byriath's room, she was met with the sight of Inferno in the doorway- and within the room, a snow leopard gently reassuring Byriath. ...Saturn. Remaining next to Inferno, she took a deep breath. Saturn is alive. Saturn is good. Saturn is taking care of Byriath. Everything is fine.
...Well, maybe everything's not fine right now. But it will be fine.
This seemed a lot like a night terror, now that she could look at the situation a bit more clearly. Some night terrors could be quelled by thyme; others could only be quelled by time. Softly, Kindledflame asked, "...Do you want me to fetch Plexus, dear, or would you prefer to just have some space?" She wasn't sure if Byriath would hear her, but it was worth asking nonetheless.
The panicked, desperate cry of Byriath- Byriath?- startled Kindledflame awake. Though her bed had been warm, a sudden fear spiked through her, cold spreading through every crack in her veins. Saturn... a lover...
...Redwood?
With a snarl that left smoke curling into the air, Kindledflame shook her head. This isn't about you, it's about Byriath. The poor dear probably needs help. Quickly getting to her paws and descending from her bed, the fox left her room and headed over to Byriath's abode. Get it together.
Upon reaching Byriath's room, she was met with the sight of Inferno in the doorway- and within the room, a snow leopard gently reassuring Byriath. ...Saturn. Remaining next to Inferno, she took a deep breath. Saturn is alive. Saturn is good. Saturn is taking care of Byriath. Everything is fine.
...Well, maybe everything's not fine right now. But it will be fine.
This seemed a lot like a night terror, now that she could look at the situation a bit more clearly. Some night terrors could be quelled by thyme; others could only be quelled by time. Softly, Kindledflame asked, "...Do you want me to fetch Plexus, dear, or would you prefer to just have some space?" She wasn't sure if Byriath would hear her, but it was worth asking nonetheless.
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