Bees

Gilan had been fourteen the first time he had been stung by a bee. It hadn't been his fault, really, just a stroke of bad luck and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nevertheless, it had happened, and Gilan's body had reacted. Not just the normal small swelling and pain, but instead itchy red hives had littered his arms, and his breathing had turned into a harsh, hoarse, wheezing as he fought for air through his rapidly swelling throat. Halt had entered a rare near panic as he whisked his struggling to breathe apprentice to the castle infirmary, seated on Abelard in the front of his saddle. The castle healer had given an almost unconscious Gilan an herb that had diminished the swelling, and afterwards, in case of another sting, Halt had not let his student leave the cabin in the week it took for the healer to gather enough of the herbs to give to Halt in case it happened again.

Gilan would later complain that Halt was being an over-protective mother hen, even in his first few months of apprenticeship. Halt would roll his eyes and deny it, stating simply that someone had to keep Gilan from killing himself from his lack of self-preservation. In truth, however, Halt slightly acknowledged the statement, because really, he would go to any length to keep his apprentices safe.


Yes. XD Gilan has allergies.

Two updates in one day. Drabbles are sort of nice to write...

-TrustTheCloak