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16.Sep.17, 05:57 PM
Jajojin froze at hearing that S'kef had used the disaster to his advantage and seized control. How had that happened? Were they all truly afraid of a brownrider with a heavy fist? Oh he knew without a doubt that the man was vicious; he'd seen the shape J'ver found himself in over the years and while he didn't give a rat's ass about the slimy greenrider, it did show some of S'kef's colours. This was the man they were all bowing down to now? It disgusted him and he almost tossed the soup across the room in frustration but seeing his daughter huddled on the floor, already so upset and frightened stayed his hand.
He took a few slow breaths, letting the anger fade. It wasn't anything he could control or even truly comment on when he barely left the little room he was tucked away in. Soon, though, he'd track down his fellow bronzeriders and figure out what happened and how to fix it. He didn't want his daughter growing up under than man's rule and he'd do whatever he had to in order to wrest power away.
Thankfully, the anger over S'kef was enough to dull the pain of hearing about the loss of dragons and keep him from wondering how many were gone and which riders stayed behind. He did, however, latch onto the hope of the gold dragons. "That's good. Good. The golds are special and always needed. They will help." Help calm the masses as well as repopulate. Greens had their uses but in such matters, they were merely decoration.
Jajojin returned his soup, one shaky spoonful after the other, his slurping the only sound until he had finished half. He was about to hand it back to Madiquel to have her dispose of it but he pleading of earlier stayed his hand. He looked at what was left and frowned, knowing it wasn't much but it seemed like a feast meant for an entire wing. He couldn't keep disappointing her. She was supposed to look up to him and be looked after; she shouldn't be making sure he was fed as if he were a child. With new determination, Jajojin renewed his efforts and when the bowl was finally empty, it was set on the bed in front of him.
"Thank you, Madiquel. You should..." She should, what? Go outside and play in the rubble? Go bathe before bed despite the water being needed for other things and bed being uncomfortable and not hers? Another sigh and he ran his hands over his face, willing away his own issues and trying to focus on being a father a young girl needed in such times.
"Come here," he whispered, an arm stretched out in invitation for her to join him on the bed and curl up at his side. He wasn't overly affectionate but Madiquel had a tendency to bring it out of him and he genuinely wanted to comfort his daughter pretend everything was fine and let her be a child for a night.
He took a few slow breaths, letting the anger fade. It wasn't anything he could control or even truly comment on when he barely left the little room he was tucked away in. Soon, though, he'd track down his fellow bronzeriders and figure out what happened and how to fix it. He didn't want his daughter growing up under than man's rule and he'd do whatever he had to in order to wrest power away.
Thankfully, the anger over S'kef was enough to dull the pain of hearing about the loss of dragons and keep him from wondering how many were gone and which riders stayed behind. He did, however, latch onto the hope of the gold dragons. "That's good. Good. The golds are special and always needed. They will help." Help calm the masses as well as repopulate. Greens had their uses but in such matters, they were merely decoration.
Jajojin returned his soup, one shaky spoonful after the other, his slurping the only sound until he had finished half. He was about to hand it back to Madiquel to have her dispose of it but he pleading of earlier stayed his hand. He looked at what was left and frowned, knowing it wasn't much but it seemed like a feast meant for an entire wing. He couldn't keep disappointing her. She was supposed to look up to him and be looked after; she shouldn't be making sure he was fed as if he were a child. With new determination, Jajojin renewed his efforts and when the bowl was finally empty, it was set on the bed in front of him.
"Thank you, Madiquel. You should..." She should, what? Go outside and play in the rubble? Go bathe before bed despite the water being needed for other things and bed being uncomfortable and not hers? Another sigh and he ran his hands over his face, willing away his own issues and trying to focus on being a father a young girl needed in such times.
"Come here," he whispered, an arm stretched out in invitation for her to join him on the bed and curl up at his side. He wasn't overly affectionate but Madiquel had a tendency to bring it out of him and he genuinely wanted to comfort his daughter pretend everything was fine and let her be a child for a night.
