Warning: Contains descriptions of injury, dragonkin death, and a brief suicidal thought.
The strange, scattered peace had been broken by her choked whisper to the wind. He had tried so hard to make her leave, and she had gone, ran so hard her lungs burned and her legs nearly gave way to the fire that threatened to curl around her entire body. But the white daywher had refused to let her remain behind, growling at her in a manner that suggested she had no choice in the matter. The last thing he had said to her had been beautiful, in his own way, even as it had been fierce and trumpeting: Leave, my Shiravani. I will not let them have you. And leave she had, even if reluctance had been on the tip of her mind’s tongue. She had not gone far, had climbed a tree and remained curled up there in the hopes that she might witness his return. But minutes floated as the sounds of snarls and yowls sounded in the distance, and even when she knew she could call out to her pets, or a family member’s dragon, she couldn’t occupy her mind with anything more than what was taking place.
Then there was silence, and their bond felt so weak but it was not broken. She had nearly passed out from the strange sensation of it all, her heart trying to wriggle its way out of her body in an attempt to gather the strength to go out to him, to press itself to him and make him go to her. She called to him with her mind, but he would not answer her, and she was certain that their last words to one another, that angry, forceful manner in which he’d tried to sacrifice himself for her, was the last thing that would ever pass between them. She’d held herself to the tree, unable to move, even when she heard something approach. If it was one of the felines, she was fucked either way, she knew that. She reached for the blade at her back and started to pull it, knowing just enough of how to use it through her sparring with her grandfather to be able to defend herself a little. If Roavani had fought, then so would she, and she wouldn't go down without a fight...
But the figure that had come through the brush of the forest hadn't been a feline, it had been her beloved wher, missing a limb, torn to shreds, dragging himself forward with ichor spilling from everywhere. She cried out and scrambled down the tree, tripping on her way and screaming in pain when she felt her wrist shatter beneath or weight. She heard Roavani in her head, weak though it was, as she trembled on the forest floor. Oh, my Shiravani, my beautiful soul. Do not suffer, please... She could sense, not through their connection, but through the feeling and smell in the air, that he was trying to pull himself up, but she heard it, this strange wailing sound coming from him, and it pierced her in a way nothing ever had before. She tried to silence the pain emanating from her wrist and managed to get to her feet, holding it to her chest; a look told her that it was severe, bent at a crooked angle, the cracked bone sticking through the flesh which was torn and hanging from her in a thick flap.
"We can get you back to the Weyr. The healers can help." But even she knew. The way his eyes had dimmed were enough to tell her what was painfully obvious - he wasn't going to make it. That thought was enough to prompt him to try and push up, and the moment he did she cried out, pressed herself to his torn and broken body, and shook her head. "No... no... no. Don't. Don't move. Ichor soaked through her clothes and smeared across her skin, staining her through her flesh and into her soul. She could feel it happening in more ways then one - a slicing of pain against her chest told her it would be painful for him, that he was going to suffer through his hurts. The tears came hard and fast. "This is goodbye, isn't it, Roavani?" She slid to her knees against him, felt him try and curl around her even as he whimpered and bled into the ground. Her mind was starting to shatter. "I can't let you suffer..."
He knew what she was thinking, catching little wisps of it as things started to slowly, painfully, recede and fade. He did not want to leave his beautiful Shiravani, he wanted to stay with her, protect her, in case they came back. But he had made sure they had vanished, the two of them, before returning to her, broken though he had become. He did not want to watch her shatter as he faded. He keened, a soft sound that still hurt to make, that still filled his lungs with ichor, and somehow he managed to turn his body the way she would need it to be. It was going to destroy her, Shiravani knew, but she couldn't allow him to suffer, couldn't allow him to remain in this state. Moving him would kill him, treating him would kill him, and the longer she remained in this frozen state, the longer he would be in pain. She touched his head and sobbed, cried out so painfully it shook her in a manner she would likely never recover from.
Thank you for your mercy, beautiful one. Nodding, certain of their shared choice, Shiravani removed the blade from her back, not sure if it was a blessing or a curse that she was able to use both of her hands equally, that even if her left was dominant and broken, she would still be able to tend to this task. Knowing that getting to the heart might cause him more pain, there was only one other option, and it was the one she had wanted to avoid. But he crooned and nuzzled her with what strength he had left. I love you, my Queen. He trusted her, even in the end he trusted her, and that only served to make her fall apart a little more, grow desperate a little more. He didn't even flinch when the point of the blade was pressed against his temple and the pressure began to set in. She watched his eye, the only one left in his head, as the swirl of colors faded away to a bleak nothingness.
She slid down, touching him, patting him, like a child would a sleeping parent. She could feel it, the broken bond, the loss of his mind from her own. But he was still there, her Roavani was right there in front of her. She could hear the echo of his beautiful voice in her thoughts, like the whispers of a phantom locked in time. It was as if his spirit were telling her to run back to the Weyr, to go find help. There was no sense in those moments, nothing telling her to grab hold of thought and scream as far as her mind would allow for help - in her broken thought process, she was certain Roavani was calling to her, telling her to get on her feet again and run back to the Weyr. "Stay here, Roavani." She told him, as though he could somehow still hear her, as though he could still understand. "I'm going to go get someone, and we're going to come back for you. We're going to make sure you're brought between properly, I promise."
But before she ran, she did one or two things, certain it would keep him safe until she returned with help. She covered him up with as much grass and leaves, branches and fronds as she could find. She then stuck a stick in the ground, a secondary marker next to the blade still protruding from him, and with that done, she walked circles around him, spoke "I love you..." until she was certain the birds around her would sing the litany forever, and only then did she start to run. As the Weyr came into view, she started to sob, babbling nothings to the voice of Roavani in her head, telling him that she had made it as she promised, and soon she would be able to keep the other half of that promise to him. Soon there would be help, forget the hurt of her wrist. The only hurts that mattered were the ones surrounding her heart.
She stumbled into the Weyr Yard, pushed herself forward, because her mind, her mind would not focus. Keep going, beautiful, oh keep going. You're almost there. We'll be together again soon, my Queen, my delight! It would only focus on him, and she choked on a cry when she realized where she could go, where the perfect amount of help would be. Then they could go out and get Roavani and bring him between and maybe... maybe she could go with as well. Maybe then they would be together again. She wondered if that would be possible. Is that what he meant when he said they would be together again soon? She took to the pathway in question, her footsteps almost automatic at that point, and when she reached the Dining Hall she started to panic, because it was all leaving her at once and the reality of the situation was finally starting to sink in. "Somebody..." She begged, trembling and covered in ichor. "Help me please."