@nurvorn || LIKED the STARTER CALL
THE IDEA TO go hiking up the sound of a mountain was entirely his companions. A ritualistic need, he had been told - and thus Lyrian had agreed to go simply for company. The mountain chosen? Oh it felt like they were pacing their way to the skies; so exceedingly tall and steep, uncomfortable and while Lyrian certainly was fit in a normal situation - he wasn’t then, while pretending to be a goat. IT WAS TOWARD the halfway point that Lyrian had begun to feel rather unwell - a searing headache, dizziness and general sickness. Being that he was on an adventure with someone he rather cherished, he kept silent on the matter and did his best to carry on. Perhaps it was just the warm weather, perhaps it was just him being somewhat dehydrated - and thus he took a drink from his waterskin. IT WOULDN’T BE much longer - they weren’t too far from the top now - another half an hour trekking at the speed they were. But apparently his body was to deny him the pleasure of seeing the view from the top as a dainty amount of blood fell from his nose, noticed but only a moment before his knees buckled beneath him and he fell back unto the ground. OF COURSE HE would have to drop and unfortunately seize now- he’d be painfully embarrassed when he awoke - having to explain himself and his illness. But for now - he was seizing terribly and unable to do anything.
