Xanthia was aware of voices, and then felt strong arms pick her up. She
wanted to fight, but she didn't have the strength. Then she felt herself
set on something warm and felt the sense of flight. Dragon flight?

<Help me!> Xanthia thought weakly, remembering that she could talk to dragons.

<I'm Grunth. We'll get you to the med center.>

<Thank you! Migraine! It hurts!> Xanthia groaned.

She felt the dragon land and the strong arms lift and carry her again and
then she was set down somewhere. There was a strong smell of antiseptic.
Med center? Then she remembered, Grunth said she was being taken there.

More voices... Xanthia couldn't understand them. It was just all noise.
Then she felt a needle pierce her skin and a warming sensation spread
through the skin. Soon a floaty feeling came over her as the pain started
to ebb. She opened her eyes briefly to look into the eyes of Clarissa, the
female healer she met earlier. 

Desperately she tried to thank the woman, but all that would come out was,
"Tah."

"Sh... sleep... let the medicine work..." Clarissa soothed.

Xanthia found this strangely comforting, and was able to understand the
healer's words, though they sounded far away. She gratefully obliged by
closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

******

** Next morning **

Xanthia woke in a panic, forgetting how she got to the med center. An older
man was in the room, writing something down. Xanthia propped herself up,
through a dry mouth asked, "Who?"

"Me?" the healer asked.

Xanthia nodded.

"I'm B'ril, the head healer here," he looked at her oddly, then caught her
annoyed expression and apologized, "I'm sorry, I just can't get over the
resemblance."

"Not Aradia." Xanthia grumbled and then asked, "Where?"

"You are in the med center. How's your head feeling this morning?"

"Better," Xanthia replied. "Who is Grunth?

"T'jellan's dragon. T'jellan's the one who brought you here. Him and that
new girl, Ashelle her name is. She got here just before you did, Xanthia."

Xanthia smiled slightly at being called by her rightful name, and licked
her parched lips. "Drink?" she asked.

"Certainly," B'ril poured her a glass of water. "Now let me do one final
check on you and then if everything looks good, you are free to go."

Xanthia fidgeted as B'ril put her through a series of brain function tests.
Walking heel to toe, standing on one leg, and the rest. Xanthia knew the
tests well, she'd given a few herself and had seen Corra do many, enough to
know that she wasn't doing too well, but then she never did.

"Well?" she asked when the healer was done.

"Is this typical for you or is this since the migraine?" B'ril asked.

"Typical," Xanthia nodded.

"Have you ever had any other brain type problems?"

"I'm not crazy!" Xanthia huffed, tears streaming down her face.

"I didn't mean to suggest you were..."

"Can I go?"

B'ril could see that this wasn't going to go anywhere with the mood she was
in, so he let the subject drop, "Certainly, you can go, if your head is
feeling better."

Xanthia nodded and when the healer left the room, put her clothes on and
left the med center. She had questions that needed answers. If anyone had
answers in this place it would be Trinale. She knew she could speak
directly to her through mindvoices, like with the dragons, but somehow that
didn't seem polite. Desperately she tried to remember the name of Trinale's
dragon, she knew it was some kind of insect... Cricket, that was it.

<Cricket, where is Trinale?> she asked.

<In her office.>

<Tell her Xanthia is coming to see her. Please.>

******
** Trinale's office **

Xanthia walked into the warrenlady's office without knocking. Trinale
looked up from her paperwork surprised.

"Ar... Xanthia!" Trinale exclaimed, nearly calling the girl by the wrong
name. She still couldn't get over how much like Aradia she looked.

"Is it true?" Xanthia asked, she frowned as she caught the blunder.

"Is what true?" Trinale asked.

"Aradia and Oberon..." Xanthia frowned as her verbal skills deteriorated.

"What about them?"

"What Th'rin said."

<Try thinking it,> Trinale thought, trying to hurry the conversation along.

A look of relief washed over Xanthia's face, and she thought to Trinale,
<Is Aradia my sister? Is Oberon my nephew? Is it true?"

******

NRPG: Well, seems a good place to end it. I know you are busy, Kat, but
Xanthia figures the warrenlady would know for sure. So tag, Kat! :)




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