16.Aug.19, 07:31 PM
Misharan winked at being called ridiculous, agreeing with the assessment. He was ridiculous, and it was a lot of fun. And, most of the time, it made other people happy too, which was a nice bonus. Yes, Misha liked being ridiculous. Even so, he wasn’t incapable of being serious, and when Kordiavis brought up the impending Hatching, Misharan pursed his lips, trying to think of a good way to answer.
“Of course I’m sure. I always go to Hatchings, and it’s a good reason to come visit you and Mylo, and I want to support my friends whose dragons are the Clutch parents. Besides, what if I decided to stay in Telgar and then a dragonet went between without Impressing? I’d always worry that they had been looking for me, you know? I know it’s stupid, but I’d still think it.” Misha shrugged. He was pretty sure that wasn’t how Impression worked, but what if it was? No one could be sure, and he didn’t want to risk a baby dragon surviving because of some dumb reason of his. “I don’t have any illusions about Hatchings, you know,” Misha said, the hand not currently on Kordiavis briefly reaching up to ghost over his shoulder. His shirt was unbuttoned enough that the start of some of his scars from the gold Hatchling who went on a rampage the turn before were just visible. He knew very well how Hatchings could end, and was endlessly thankful she hadn’t touched his pretty face (or killed him, but he needed to be light and glib about these things most of the time). And that wasn’t even the only Hatching he’d seen fellow Candidates die at, though it was so far the only one he’d been hurt at himself.
“I think it’s worth it,” he told Kordiavis, tightening the arm around him reassuringly.
“Of course I’m sure. I always go to Hatchings, and it’s a good reason to come visit you and Mylo, and I want to support my friends whose dragons are the Clutch parents. Besides, what if I decided to stay in Telgar and then a dragonet went between without Impressing? I’d always worry that they had been looking for me, you know? I know it’s stupid, but I’d still think it.” Misha shrugged. He was pretty sure that wasn’t how Impression worked, but what if it was? No one could be sure, and he didn’t want to risk a baby dragon surviving because of some dumb reason of his. “I don’t have any illusions about Hatchings, you know,” Misha said, the hand not currently on Kordiavis briefly reaching up to ghost over his shoulder. His shirt was unbuttoned enough that the start of some of his scars from the gold Hatchling who went on a rampage the turn before were just visible. He knew very well how Hatchings could end, and was endlessly thankful she hadn’t touched his pretty face (or killed him, but he needed to be light and glib about these things most of the time). And that wasn’t even the only Hatching he’d seen fellow Candidates die at, though it was so far the only one he’d been hurt at himself.
“I think it’s worth it,” he told Kordiavis, tightening the arm around him reassuringly.