Oddity bent by lamplight over
Peony's form, making thoughtful noises as he did. "Temperature and breathing are all within normal ranges..." He said, his fingers finding the collapsed coatl's pulse in the ensuing silence. As he kept time,
Kusil shifted his weight. He would have been doing a good deal more shifting of his weight, except his bad leg prevented such spry movements.
"He just collapsed, you say?" Oddity asked.
Kusil shook his head. "I was in another room. I found him."
Oddity pursed his lips. "I need to consult," he said. "I'll return shortly.
Nibiru is in their study next door if there are any changes."
Oddity left, and Kusil found himself staring by flickering flame at the shape of his mate who looked so much as if he were merely sleeping. He dared run his fingers along the downy fur by Peony's jaw, then sank into a chair beside his pallet and waited.
It was a long time before Oddity returned with a guardian in tow. "
Bryg is a different kind of specialist," Oddity explained, gesturing at the guardian as a form of introduction. "I've told them of Peony's trouble, and they insisted they perform their own examination."
"If it is permitted," Bryg said, their voice low and reedy.
Kusil stood and stepped aside. It didn't appear he had much choice. He certainly couldn't diagnose Peony's trouble.
The following time was filled with Bryg speaking soft, rhythmic words and glowing rosy sigils tracing through the air from their claws. Kusil had seen such magic only once, the performer a mere illusionist. His heart felt cold in his chest. Then, Bryg hummed deeply and clapped, and in that moment Kusil felt his fur stand on end, his feathers split and fray. He turned to see a flash of illusory tethers clamped around Peony's body before they faded from view.
"A curse," Bryg muttered, then turned to Oddity with a nod. "He's been cursed."
"No one would curse him," Kusil said sharply. "He isn't disliked by anyone."
Bryg sat back and pushed their cowl from their face, their pale horns glittering in the firelight. They wiped sweat from their brow and looked winded, as if the chanting had taken a great deal from them. "If I say your mate is cursed, do you think I am being humorous?"
Kusil met their pale stare and bristled slightly. "It sounds like a convenience. 'There is nothing to be done. He is cursed.' Surely there is something!"
Bryg smiled, and it was an adder's smile. "I did not say there is nothing to be done," they said, their cowl slipping aside and revealing a number of sigils scrawled across their flesh. "I only said he is cursed. It is a bleak curse. His spirit is traveling."
"So you can fix it?" Kusil asked.
Bryg shook their head. "Not I."
Kusil turned to Peony's body. He looked peaceful. Asleep. Kusil's heart broke looking at him. "Who?" he asked, his words resigned to the knowledge that whoever it was would charge more than Kusil's whole herd was worth.
"You."
Kusil turned swiftly back to Bryg. Their smile deepened, and a softness crept around the corners.
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