Flu Season

1. Lonlissa

“Get back!”

“No!”

“I s-said-!” Coughs were spat out instead of another command. One hand cupping his trembling mouth, Lon’qu took another step back in hopes that the petite girl would give up sooner or later.

Unfortunately, it didn’t. And to make matters worse, his constantly coughing fit only urged Lissa to move closer. “Lon’qu, just let me heal you.” Slowly she swayed her stave toward him, hoping that the distance was close enough to rid the disease away. “You’re coughing a lot. And as my bodyguard and for the good of everyone in the Shepherds, it’s my job to make sure you’re healthy. Soooo,” Tongue slightly jutting out of her pink lips, she slid one foot closer, “just let me heal you-”

Sadly, in a matter of seconds, Lon’qu took advantage of her distraction and made a frantic run for it. “Lon’qu!” Shock got hold of her, but Lissa quickly shook it off and shot a few frustrated glares at the sprinting swordsman. “Lon’qu I- Get back here-!”

Before she could even finish nagging, Lon’qu finally stopped.

Though it wasn’t because he wanted to; it was because he had no other choice.

“Lon’qu!” That shock evolved into sheer terror once Lissa saw the poor man fall and faint to the soft ground.


2. Litha

“Go stand in the middle of the circle.”

“Dear…” Hesitation thickened anew until it bloomed into mild horror. Holding back his cough, Libra turned to face Tharja. “I told you it was only a little cold. Though I truly appreciate you looking out for me,” His eyes peeked at the strange markings inside the circle, “this…might be a tad much.”

He heard a scoff, and Libra didn’t know whether to chuckle or gulp at her persistence. “It might be a curse. I’m not taking any chances. And besides,” One hand rested on her waist, Tharja pointed her index finger directly at the circle – one that began puffing out questionable smoke straight from its lines, “I’ve gone through all day to collect all the ingredients. So if you don’t get in that circle and get healed, I will cast an extension on that flu.” Her left fingers slowly clenched in a form of a claw, finally drawing out a single gulp from the priest.

Honestly, Libra was at lost to feel either terrified or blessed at his wife’s ‘caring’ personality. “Y-Yes love…”


3. Pannel

“MO’HER!”

Upon hearing such an ear-pitching shriek, it wasn’t a wonder for Panne to almost jump up in the air like the rabbit that she was. Quickly she spun around, only to widen her eyes in shock to see not only Yarne in his regal rabbit form, but also Donnel hanging in their son’s pursed mouth.

While she stood there in a brief moment of silence and confusion, Donnel once again swung left and right, trying to pry his shirt away from Yarne’s piercingly sharp fangs. With face just as red as his child’s eyes, he embarrassingly yelled, “Yarne! I told ya I ain’t dyin’! I’m just havin’ the ol’ flu-” Words broke into sneezes before Donnel could convince any further.

Sadly, because of hearing such a heart-stopping sneeze, it only intensified the male taguel's fear. “Pha’s dyhin’!" Still tightly gripping the back of the boy’s shirt, Yarne pushed himself to stand on his hind legs and madly swung little circles with his forelegs.

Panne, who then broke away that bafflement with a shake of her head, finally exhaled a tired sigh and a single pap! on her forehead. “Yarne, please put your father down.”

END