The Infinite Nebula Star

Chrysth glanced behind him, tapping his foot as he waited for her to catch up, "Do you have any idea where Trine is?" He asked quietly, levelly, to most normal he'd been all day.

Zalla shook her head, "I saw her a few hours ago near the courtyard..."

Chrysth nodded, that was one of his favourite places, what was she doing there? He took up his pace again, forcing Zalla to nearly run to keep up, "Did she say anything to you?"

"No." Zalla wheezed out, "She was talking, but not to me."

"To whom was she speaking?" Chrysth's mind was whirling, what was Trine up to?

"A group of Summoners, she was giving directions about one of the planets, to make relations or something of that effect." Zalla was beginning to fall into his pace more easily, picking up on his rhythm.

"Which planet?" Chrysth's tone didn't waver.

"Umm..." Zalla pondered, "I don't... remember."

Chrysth blinked, his jaw tensing as he paused and a flit of pain danced across his face, "Zalla, come with me." He abruptly switched courses towards the hospital wing, his head was pounding and the nightmareish whispers were beginning again, "Damn." He laid a hand to his head, letting his white hair fall into his face and hide the look of pain there.