Ganarah blinks finally catching that Rhyam's been calling her 'love' since he uncovered her. "Love...me?" She looks rather confused. "How...how long...Rhyam?"

Rhyam looks at you. "Since we were both at Telgar, Gan...

Elehu's head whips around at the mention of Telgar. She frowns at the two, then continues working with the boulder.

Ganarah sighs, "I wouldn't've left if I'd known...I'd've taken Dad's....picking...and pushing and prodding..." And perfectionism, don't forget perfectionism.

Rhyam smiles. "And I didn't tell you, because I was afraid that you'd do that.." He glances at the healer, puzzled by her expression.

Ganarah closes her eyes, chuckleing silently to herself. "And I left anyway...."

Rhyam smiles. "That's why I came, love. The masters were looking for people to transfer to Ista. I came because you were here...

"Three turns....and nothing...I...I could've got engaged to someone else..." Ok, so Gan's a bit flabbergasted. She turns some to Elehu, "Feeling cold isn't a bad thing, is it?"

Rhyam smiles at Gan. "If I hadn't been able to transfer, love, I would have waited thirty turns, if I'd had to...

Ganarah says, "How long were you going to wait to let me know??" Not that she really has any right to be angry, after all, the smithcrafts a fairly librated place. "What, you have to think I'm dieing before you'd tell me? "

Maybe Gan is a red-head after all. ;>

Rhyam sighs. "I couldn't tell you. I was afraid to. Afraid that you didn't feel the same...

Ganarah says, "Why wouldn't I?? Didn't mother tell you I always asked about you in my letters home? Your a nice guy...I like nice guys..."

OOC: Elehu ughs. Sorry, 'bout that.

OOC: Ganarah says "No problem...:>"

Rhyam sighs. "I... I just was afraid, love..."

Ganarah shivers, "Well...quit being afraid...you've g-got nothing to be afraid of...."

OOC: Elehu says "Would it be ok to assume that through your whole discussion I've just been to engrossed with chipping away at the boulder? I put the slab down to protect the rest of Gan's leg as I pushed larger chunks off to the side..."

OOC: Rhyam says "Fine with me..."

OOC: Ganarah says "Works for me...:>"

Rhyam nods. "I know... Except losing you..."

Ganarah says, "Only to sleep....but...not for a little bit...yet...."

Rhyam nods. "I'm glad...

Elehu kneels for a moment, then sits on the ground, looking a bit pale. "One more push..." she mutters to herself.

OOC: Rhyam says "Idle. Working on a desc for my RL girlfriend."

Ganarah says, "Remember what the forge is like, back home...in the winter mornings, before the fires are set....? "

OOC: Elehu is a bit slow too. One last paper left for the quarter! :)

Rhyam nods. "I do, love...

Ganarah stammers through chattering teeth, "that's how cold I am...." she sort of chuckles, "You'd think....long as I've been laying here...the floor'd warm up...."

Elehu smiles weakly, then moves over to her rucksack, removing a wool blanket, then handing it to Rhyam to cover Ganarah with. "Sorry, I should have thougth of that sooner," she says softly.

Elehu drops Elehu's rucksack.

Rhyam frowns, and looks around for something to cover her with. He takes the blanket, and spreads it over her, still holdinbg her hand. is that better, love?

"Does she have a fever?" Elehu asks from her spot on the ground where she seats herself against the boulder.

Rhyam puts his hand on her forhead.

Ganarah yawns, her eyes staying closed. "A little....in my pack....there's a towel....I....I keep it for jewel to sleep on..."

Rhyam nods, and looks around for the pack. "No fever" he says to the healer.

Elehu nods slowly, her eyes closed.

OOC: Elehu says "Sorry, I'd better go. I'll be back later...maybe. Tomorrow fo sure."

Rhyam digs the snug elehu

OOC: Ganarah says "Ok cool...:> Take care, and thanks!"

OOC: Rhyam says "See you later."

OOC: Elehu nods (stay healthy till then) ;)

Elehu has disconnected.

Elehu's eyes close slowly, and she slumps over, fast asleep.

Rhyam digs through Gan's pack and gets out the towel, looking over as the healer falls asleep from exhaustion." he looks over at you, and leans down to kiss you, then looks over at sprocket. "He's not doing well, love..."

Ganarah glances to her poor blue. "Oh....uh...bring..bring him here?

Rhyam nods, and picks up the little blue gently, carefully handing him to you...

Ganarah tries to stay calm, but she's so tired, and poor Sprockie looks so bad. "Oh!...Oh..." she glances about and makes a whimper when she notices that the healers alseep. "I...I don't know what to do...I...oh jays...Sprockie....you rest, ok gear-face?"

Rhyam frowns, and sits down beside you. "he'll be ok, love. And so will you..."

Ganarah says, "I'm not worried about me!" She glances about some more, "Is there any numweed for him? They know we're stuck here right...? By now? Mean with all that rumble and shaking....right?"

Rhyam nods, as he looks around for the bowl with the salve. "Hopefully. and you did send a message with Jewel." he finds it and gives it to you.

Ganarah says, "I don't remember that...."

Rhyam sighs, as he looks at jewel, then back to you. "We should send a message out, love. See if we can get someone here to start digging us out.

Ganarah slathers up pretty much all of sprocket, since she can't see too well in the dim light, and her fingers aren't so nimble cause she's tired. "Uh oh...now my fingers are numb....well...least they don't hurt..." She lays her head back down, wrapping sprocket as best she can in the towel. "You'll have to writ it...charchols and inks and hides in my pack too...."

Rhyam nods, as he gets the impliments out, and writes out a small note, handing it to you.

Rhyam leans down and kisses you gently.

Ganarah tries to get it into the message tube

Rhyam takes the tube and the note. He slides the note into the tube, and hands it back to you.

Rhyam smiles. "Do you want me to tie it to her leg, beloved?

Ganarah says, "Please....she'll loose it between otherwise...Jewel....Go to Master Paric....take...it to master Paric...."

Rhyam nods, and ties the tube to the dainty green's leg.

Rhyam watches as Jewel blinks out.

Jewel blinks back in from *between* with a trill and and empty message case. She immeaditly goes to sprockie, trying to nuzzle the poor blue. And she comes a away witha numb muzzel.

Ganarah pulls the blankets around her all the tighter, eyes closed, she's warm...sort of. Contiousness becomes a dream. Besides, she'd been up for more than 30 hours anyway and it was nap time.

Rhyam smiles, sadly at the little green, watching her worry over her mate.

Rhyam looks back at Gan, noticing her becoming unconsious. "Gan. Wake up! Shard it. I'm not losing you now!"

Ganarah groans, "Just a nap....not going anywhere....."

Rhyam shakes his head. "Shardit, no! " He leans down to kiss you, and squeezes your hand.

Ganarah makes a kissy noise in responce. "I can't...stay awake...Rhy....I'm just going to sleep....not die....promise...

Rhyam holds your hand. "You'd better sharding well not, Gan. I just found you. I'm not losing you now.

Ganarah says, "Now why would I do somethign stupid like that? How can I make Dota a way to write if I'm dead? How can I walk the tables, or show you I love you too if I'm dead? Dead people don't do things liek that...they rot...I jsut want to go to sleep...for a...a little bit..."

Rhyam nods. "Promise me that you'll wake up then, love...

Ganarah says, "I promise on my tools...."

Rhyam smiles. "I love you, Gan... I'm just sorry I didn't tell you before...

Ganarah yawns...."ME too....to both....well..I mean, love you...not me...well, I do love me but not like that...."

Rhyam chuckles, and kisses you.

Ganarah falls asleep. And in about 30 minutes after that, she starts dreaming.

Rhyam sits down, watching his love sleep, wishing that he could do something to help her...

After just over an hour, she goes into annother dream, apparnetly not as plesent as the first one. She jerk awake with a choked off scream.

Rhyam looks down, waking up from his doze. "Gan. It's all right, love. I'm here. What happened?

Dusty and dank, dark and deserted, this cavern is neither large nor small, though the rough-cut ceiling hangs ominously low overhead, some outcroppings threatening to scrape at the passerby should he not duck. The rock is dark -- volcanic -- and the walls are uneven, unfinished.

Gliding about are Yarll, Sprocket, and Jewel.

You see Elehu's rucksack here.

You notice Cid and Elehu asleep here.
Ganarah and Rhyam are here.

Tirpitz blinks in from ::between::!

Tirpitz chirps quizically at the occupants in the tunnel.

Ganarah lays back and swallows before she answers. "The explosion....couple of turns ago a gear box expoloded on me....that's what the scars are...on my back...."

Yarll stretches his wings out, looking carefully at the smith apprentices knowing that his owner is on his way.

Rhyam leans down and holds you. "It's going to be all right, love..."