10th Day of Summer, mid morning.
Shayth was not well, not at all. She hadn't been well for a few days, and it was starting to get to her. Miserable, sick and not wanting to feel like any of it, the endal took to the sky with Turiska, hoping the fresh air would do her good. And it did, for a while. Only minutes into their flight, Shayth ordered the bird to land. As they settled on the ground, the red haired woman jumped from the bird's back and ran to the brush - where she proceeded to loose her breakfast.
Washing her mouth out with her canteen, the blue eyed rider felt somewhat better, and glanced around. They had landed only a brief from the city commons. She hadn't even barely left home. Groaning, the endal sat on the grass and buried her head in her crossed arms resting on her elbows. All the deities were cursed for her sickness whilst Turiska preened herself casually.
There were many reasons for the sickness. Wine. Over indulgance. Bad food. General unwellness.
Pregnancy.
Violently, Shayth tore the thought from her brain, unwilling to even think of the word let alone the actual condition. That was not her ideal dream, not yet. With Kovac that would be...
The thought remained unfinished as she scrambled to her feet to throw up again. It hurt to be sick. Washing out her mouth again, the shaky rider moved away from the brush and collapsed on the grass, laying on her side. It was less...icky...on her side. Closing her eyes, Shayth lay in the sun and just relaxed. She knew she was safe, Turiska better than any stupid stinking bow and arrow.