09.Sep.19, 03:14 AM
As D'hys left Jajojin behind to run his final errand for the day, he let out a sigh of relief. Everyone believed him to be cold-hearted and able to keep calm and even uncaring in any situation, but some things rattled him. A dragonless man was one of them. Every time he saw Jajojin, he saw himself without Zeianth. It wasn't even that he feared being Danihysian, the next crazy old man. He just feared being alone without Zeianth.
He thought often about the boy he saved in the landslide. The boy that survived but his dragon didn't. He had begged to die as well and no one would let him until D'hys' guilt--or fear, it was hard to say--collected the boy up days later and promised to reunite him with his dragon. Zeianth took him between and returned empty-handed. He often wondered why no one did that with Jajojin.
He let himself into the weyrlings' weyr and went right for the Weyrlingmaster. He had a hushed conversation with the man, letting him know that Jajojin had finally made it and was in his room if Madiquel could go right then. It was best to get their reunion over with to keep Jajojin calm. A Healer was consulted and the idea was given his approval as well.
He was directed to the girl's room and he knocked, waiting for permission to enter. There was absolutely no way he would risk walking in on her changing. Once permission was granted, he stepped inside, taking a moment to study the dragonet that still didn't look quite right and then turned to Madiquel. "Your father made it. He's staying down the hall and I can take you now if you want to see him. He's in good spirits at the moment. They gave him a light sedative for the trip so he's calm and stable right now." His gaze slid back to the dragon he had learned was named Zezeth, silently letting the girl know that now would be the best time to get the introductions over with.
He thought often about the boy he saved in the landslide. The boy that survived but his dragon didn't. He had begged to die as well and no one would let him until D'hys' guilt--or fear, it was hard to say--collected the boy up days later and promised to reunite him with his dragon. Zeianth took him between and returned empty-handed. He often wondered why no one did that with Jajojin.
He let himself into the weyrlings' weyr and went right for the Weyrlingmaster. He had a hushed conversation with the man, letting him know that Jajojin had finally made it and was in his room if Madiquel could go right then. It was best to get their reunion over with to keep Jajojin calm. A Healer was consulted and the idea was given his approval as well.
He was directed to the girl's room and he knocked, waiting for permission to enter. There was absolutely no way he would risk walking in on her changing. Once permission was granted, he stepped inside, taking a moment to study the dragonet that still didn't look quite right and then turned to Madiquel. "Your father made it. He's staying down the hall and I can take you now if you want to see him. He's in good spirits at the moment. They gave him a light sedative for the trip so he's calm and stable right now." His gaze slid back to the dragon he had learned was named Zezeth, silently letting the girl know that now would be the best time to get the introductions over with.