Through the Sands and the Winds, I Thirst for You

[praiseofblood]

Iori panted as he treked his way through the sands. It was hot, and his group had long since turned back for the city, but Iori refused. He had to find these rebellious Reyls and see why they were causing such a disturbance. The Shodan was counting on him after all.

The dragon Prince was wearing though, his body beginning to fall to fatigue as he continued on through the blistering sands. His canteen had run out an hour ago, but still his forged on, until finally, the heat became too much.

Iori fell to his knees, and then to his face as he lost consciousness.

[clementine]

It was a hot day among the dunes. Hotter than usual it seemed. Had Freya not strayed so far from his tribe in search of healing herbs, he would have never seen the male fall into the golden dust. Worry coursing through him, Freya ran for the form in the sand, his head shawl billowing elegantly behind him.

Freya fell to his knees, touching the stranger's body in search of injury. Only sun sickness it seemed. The young Reyl stooped and hoisted the unconscious male over his shoulder. His tribe was going to kill him for bringing a stranger in, but Freya wouldn't let the male die. It was against the healer's code.

With this in mind, the young male made the long journey back to his tribe with his burden.

[praiseofblood]

It was quite some time before Iori opened his eyes, his head and body hurt, and his limbs felt leaden. He looked around after he managed to open his eyes. Where was he?

[clementine]

The male was in Freya's hunt. "Oh! You're awake." The male smiled gently, smoothing the cold rag over the stranger's forehead again. He waited to call for the leader, wanting to give this...Zercan? time to gain his senses.

"You've been asleep for nearly an entire day now. Water?" Freya prompted, offering a skin of cool water as he helped the male sit up.

[praiseofblood]

Iori drank the water greatfully as he sat up, breathing heavily. "Thank you..." the half-dragon rasped, coughing a little.

[clementine]

"Easy." Freya soothed, fingers gently carding through the male's hair as he helped him lay back down. "Rest now. I'll keep my father away as long as I can."

[praiseofblood]

Iori looked up at the beautiful boy with a bit of confusion. Who was he and where was he?

[clementine]

"You're in my tent." Freya clarified when he saw the male's confusion. A slip of long chestnut curls fell into his eyes and he pushed them aside. "My name is Freya and I found you near dead in the desert." He paused, nibbling a plush lower lip before finally adding, "I am Reyl."

[praiseofblood]

So he had found the Reyls! That was good. Iori sighed a bit in relief, fatigue overtaking his body again. "Iori..." he managed before he slipped back into unconsciousness.

[clementine]

Freya sighed. "Iori." He murmured softly, replacing the damp cloth to the male's forehead. The young Reyl stood and left his tent to go in search of his father. Hopefully he could convince the Chief that the male shouldn't be hurt.

[praiseofblood]

Iori slept on, oblivious to the outside world, before he slowly regained consciousness again.

[clementine]

And Freya was by the male's side yet again, though his face was rather drawn. He hoped the male was well enough to leave now. Freya's father had been...livid with the presence of the stranger.

[praiseofblood]

Iori looked up into the male's expressive eyes again, blinking as he tried to focus on him. What was the boy's name? Seiya? Geya? Freya. Freya was his name.

[clementine]

Freya saw that dazed looked and sighed heavily. He helped Iori to sit up, offering the skin of water again. "Are you hungry?" The healer asked, golden eyes still deeply troubled.

[praiseofblood]

Once Iori had drunken enough, he looked at the male, eyes flicking over his form. "Something is wrong..." he observed.