A deep groan slipped through Dron's mouth. Tempest looked up but his eyes still weren't open. He'd been making noise for a while now but still he seemed to be no closer to waking up. Gerax told her that it would be a while but what was a while in Thraqen terms?
A day?
A month?
It had already been more than twelve hours but it felt like it was more than a week.
"Come on, Dron. I need you." Tempest whispered in his direction.
She walked out of the room and slowly made her way back to her room. Squab chirped in her direction when he realized that she was there.
He was as happy as ever, Tempest wished she could have just a little bit of his enthusiasm. She just couldn't just get over what was going on. Mexyn had already left. Even Maznik came to visit Dron. All of them had high hopes for Dron. They all said that he would be right as rain when he woke up. Of course they didn't say right as rain but in more Thraqen terms.
