06.Jun.18, 10:00 AM
Jajojin burst into Madiquel’s room not long after she screamed for him, a glow stone in hand to light his way. He had just crawled into bed himself, having always been one to prefer to rise and sleep when the sun did, and thankfully for his daughter, he hadn’t taken any fellis that night either. While she had been away at Ista Weyr, Jajojin found himself having more bad nights than good and self-medicated with the liquid that ensured he’d sleep deep and without dreams. It had been a rough time without the bubbly girl there to talk with him in the evenings and eat breakfast with in the morning but he had made it through mostly intact and had cleaned up the mess caused by those bad moments, hoping his daughter never found out about them.
“Madiquel? What is it?” He asked softly when she burst into tears. He made it quickly to her bed and sat on the edge, setting the stone on her little table. Even in the low light he could see her distress and pulled her in for a hug, keeping her close as he rubbed a hand in soft circles along her back. He knew something weighed heavy on her mind when she returned, hugging him for a while but not wanting to talk about anything that had happened on her trip. Somehow he managed not to ask R’nya what it was Madiquel was likely keeping from him, preferring to trust his baby girl to talk to him when she was ready. They didn’t have the smoothest relationship when her mother was alive but they both needed each other after the landslide and a solid bond had formed.
“A nightmare?” He knew all about those. Some days felt like he was in a living nightmare when he thought too much on how he still lived when Denath didn’t. That night would haunt him forever and years later it was still hard to find a moment’s peace without something reminding him of the loss he felt.
“Madiquel? What is it?” He asked softly when she burst into tears. He made it quickly to her bed and sat on the edge, setting the stone on her little table. Even in the low light he could see her distress and pulled her in for a hug, keeping her close as he rubbed a hand in soft circles along her back. He knew something weighed heavy on her mind when she returned, hugging him for a while but not wanting to talk about anything that had happened on her trip. Somehow he managed not to ask R’nya what it was Madiquel was likely keeping from him, preferring to trust his baby girl to talk to him when she was ready. They didn’t have the smoothest relationship when her mother was alive but they both needed each other after the landslide and a solid bond had formed.
“A nightmare?” He knew all about those. Some days felt like he was in a living nightmare when he thought too much on how he still lived when Denath didn’t. That night would haunt him forever and years later it was still hard to find a moment’s peace without something reminding him of the loss he felt.