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29.Aug.17, 07:36 AM
The girl talked back to him and nagged him as much as her mother. Not that he could remember the girl's mother at the moment. Denath, what's the woman's name? When no answer came right away, Jajojin wondered if either of them even knew the name for the dragon to draw upon. Maybe the bronze was just ignoring him, having teamed up with the girl he liked so much. Jajojin sighed and called mentally to his dragon again and when he still didn't get a response, reality crashed down upon him and he remembered why it was so silent. How easy it was to forget!
A moan of loss escaped parted dry lips as Jajojin finally focused on his daughter and sat up. It was a bit of a struggle, something he found odd considering he wasn't known for being out of shape. Of course, next to some of the other riders, perhaps he was, but sitting up didn't usually elicit such aches and dizziness. Perhaps he did need to eat if he didn't even have the energy to get out of bed.
He studied his daughter a little longer as he situated himself, propping up against the wall his bed was pushed up against. "You're a lot like your mama," he paused then added, "Madiquel." He hadn't forgotten it, just simply couldn't find her name for a moment in his haze and felt 'girl' was a good enough title. At least he remembered her and knew her status of living or dead. It was hard to say that for a lot of people--and dragons. He knew he wasn't the only one lost and alone but Jajojin felt like he was and was half convinced he was the weakest out of all of them as he hadn't been able to follow through on finding a way back to his dragon. He supposed leaving his daughter an orphan was a bit selfish. He couldn't recall who had said that to him and it surprised him to realize that while he was trying to remember her mother's name, he failed to remember she had also died in the landslide.
With a sigh, a shaky hand reached out for the proffered bowl and he studied the contents. He wouldn't classify soup as one of his favourite dishes and this one certainly didn't look all that appealing but like he had already ascertained, he needed the nourishment. A lick of his lips also proved that he needed the liquid. Two spoonfuls found their way down his throat before the silence got to him.
He gave the soup a stir and finally asked, "how is it out there today?" He had been a Weyrleader once, long ago before the plague and a part of him still remembered the pride and thrill of leading his people. He knew the citizens of Katila needed guidance and someone to look to for strength and assurance in such a disaster and that same part of him longed to be out there offering aid however he could. Except he couldn't even sit up without a struggle. How could he be of any use to anyone? He couldn't even help himself. He wouldn't even be eating without Madiquel's help.
A moan of loss escaped parted dry lips as Jajojin finally focused on his daughter and sat up. It was a bit of a struggle, something he found odd considering he wasn't known for being out of shape. Of course, next to some of the other riders, perhaps he was, but sitting up didn't usually elicit such aches and dizziness. Perhaps he did need to eat if he didn't even have the energy to get out of bed.
He studied his daughter a little longer as he situated himself, propping up against the wall his bed was pushed up against. "You're a lot like your mama," he paused then added, "Madiquel." He hadn't forgotten it, just simply couldn't find her name for a moment in his haze and felt 'girl' was a good enough title. At least he remembered her and knew her status of living or dead. It was hard to say that for a lot of people--and dragons. He knew he wasn't the only one lost and alone but Jajojin felt like he was and was half convinced he was the weakest out of all of them as he hadn't been able to follow through on finding a way back to his dragon. He supposed leaving his daughter an orphan was a bit selfish. He couldn't recall who had said that to him and it surprised him to realize that while he was trying to remember her mother's name, he failed to remember she had also died in the landslide.
With a sigh, a shaky hand reached out for the proffered bowl and he studied the contents. He wouldn't classify soup as one of his favourite dishes and this one certainly didn't look all that appealing but like he had already ascertained, he needed the nourishment. A lick of his lips also proved that he needed the liquid. Two spoonfuls found their way down his throat before the silence got to him.
He gave the soup a stir and finally asked, "how is it out there today?" He had been a Weyrleader once, long ago before the plague and a part of him still remembered the pride and thrill of leading his people. He knew the citizens of Katila needed guidance and someone to look to for strength and assurance in such a disaster and that same part of him longed to be out there offering aid however he could. Except he couldn't even sit up without a struggle. How could he be of any use to anyone? He couldn't even help himself. He wouldn't even be eating without Madiquel's help.
