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09.Sep.19, 09:34 AM
Madiquel giggled, watching as Zezeth bounced across the room after the small ball Madiquel had thrown. It was a game they’d started playing together a few days prior, as a means of exercise, entertainment, and a way to help Zezeth improve on her general balance and control of her swiftly growing body. While the green was still very small for a Hatchling of her age, she was growing fast enough that she was still having trouble controlling her body, and getting it to do what she wanted. Madiquel was convinced the green was all limbs, and her hide often seemed to be stretching almost to the point of bursting as it struggled to keep up.
The knock on the door startled both girl and dragon, and Zezeth squeaked verbally as she tripped over the ball she’d been about to pick up, and fell on her face. Madiquel - despite feeling bad for it - burst into peals of laughter, snorting between the giggles as she got up to help her dragonet back onto her feet. At the same time, Madiquel called out, laughing; ‘Come in!’ Expecting to see T’ryn or A’tay on the other side of the door, Madiquel was startled when it was D’hys that entered the room. She blinked at him.
“Hello, D’hys!” She said, voice now less organically cheerful as she eyed the bluerider warily. She had nothing against him, though she knew her father wasn’t overly fond of him, R’nya and Rhaedalyn both liked him, as did their gaggle of daughters. Madiquel didn’t see anything wrong with the bluerider, and he’d always been polite to her. But she also knew he was someone R’nya had been consulting about getting her Papa to Ista, and Madiquel had been promised he would arrive for a week, and every time she's been sent word by dragonrider or firelizard that her father hadn’t been able to make the trip. In her heart, she knew that was because of his soul being torn apart by losing Denath, but she couldn’t help the heartbreaking fear that it was emphasised by his not really wanting to see her, now she was a dragonrider. Something he had been, and would never be again.
Madiquel watched D’hys stare at Zezeth, who sat down primly at Madiquel’s side and stared back up at the bluerider with her mild, studying expression. Madiquel put a hand gently on top of Zezeth’s head, and didn’t even glance at Clover when the firelizard dropped down from the top of a wardrobe on one side of the room, and lit herself lightly on Madiquel’s shoulder, also staring at D’hys. When he turned to her and spoke, Madiquel’s emotions shifted from excited delight to absolute terror, and her face lost all colour. Zezeth made a low rumbling sound as she stood up, leaning her shoulder against Madiquel’s leg.
“Okay,” Madiquel whispered, her eyes wide as saucers and her hand trembling where it was pressed to the back of Zezeth’s head, stroking the little green with a subconscious action born of a need of reassurance. Zezeth nuzzled Madiquel’s stomach, before looking up at D’hys and snorting at him. Whether the motion was a demand he lead the way, or scolding him for the emotional roller coaster he set Madiquel on, he would never know. Madiquel seemed to shake herself a little at the sound, though, and took a wobbly step towards the bluerider. “Let’s go,” she said softly, and followed him without really seeing as he lead the way out of the weyr she shared with her classmates.
D’hys didn’t speak to her as he lead the way, for which Madiquel was thankful; she didn’t think she could have upheld her end of a conversation at that moment — she was far too busy having an internal panic attack, which Zezeth was floundering to help her control as they walked behind the bluerider. Her dragon didn’t really understand why Madiquel was so distressed, and Madiquel wasn’t really able to explain it to her right then. They’d already had a deep and meaningful conversation over the past week, starting the day word had come that Jajojin was going to be coming to Ista as soon as possible. She had needed Zezeth to understand about her father.
Thankfully, Zezeth very rarely spoke with words, preferring her emotions and imagery to do the talking for her, and Madiquel knew that while her father was receptive enough he may pick up on anything Zezeth over-emphasised, the little dragonet was a quiet one, and didn’t share her emotions ‘loudly’. When she did speak, her low voice was hard to hear (especially when Dyoricath was busy screeching) and she’d understood the importance of not speaking around Jajojin. Zezeth had been absolutely horrified at Madiquel’s Papa having lost his own dragon, and Madiquel had been relieved by the dragon’s understanding. She, herself, hadn’t been sure how well Zezeth would understand.
Extremely well, apparently.
When they reached the door - finally? It felt like a lifetime and no time all at once - Madiquel gave D’hys a thin smile, eyes still wide with terror. She did, however, take a deep breath and slowly push the door open, feeling Zezeth nudge her butt with her head as Madiquel stepped in. The dragonet stopped just inside, mostly hidden in the shadows, and watched as Madiquel came to a faltering halt, wringing her hands together and already trying desperately not to cry. “Papa?” Madiquel hesitated for just a fraction of a second as her father turned to look at her, before bursting into tears and throwing herself at him, sobbing into his chest with broken ‘I’m sorry!’-ies.
The knock on the door startled both girl and dragon, and Zezeth squeaked verbally as she tripped over the ball she’d been about to pick up, and fell on her face. Madiquel - despite feeling bad for it - burst into peals of laughter, snorting between the giggles as she got up to help her dragonet back onto her feet. At the same time, Madiquel called out, laughing; ‘Come in!’ Expecting to see T’ryn or A’tay on the other side of the door, Madiquel was startled when it was D’hys that entered the room. She blinked at him.
“Hello, D’hys!” She said, voice now less organically cheerful as she eyed the bluerider warily. She had nothing against him, though she knew her father wasn’t overly fond of him, R’nya and Rhaedalyn both liked him, as did their gaggle of daughters. Madiquel didn’t see anything wrong with the bluerider, and he’d always been polite to her. But she also knew he was someone R’nya had been consulting about getting her Papa to Ista, and Madiquel had been promised he would arrive for a week, and every time she's been sent word by dragonrider or firelizard that her father hadn’t been able to make the trip. In her heart, she knew that was because of his soul being torn apart by losing Denath, but she couldn’t help the heartbreaking fear that it was emphasised by his not really wanting to see her, now she was a dragonrider. Something he had been, and would never be again.
Madiquel watched D’hys stare at Zezeth, who sat down primly at Madiquel’s side and stared back up at the bluerider with her mild, studying expression. Madiquel put a hand gently on top of Zezeth’s head, and didn’t even glance at Clover when the firelizard dropped down from the top of a wardrobe on one side of the room, and lit herself lightly on Madiquel’s shoulder, also staring at D’hys. When he turned to her and spoke, Madiquel’s emotions shifted from excited delight to absolute terror, and her face lost all colour. Zezeth made a low rumbling sound as she stood up, leaning her shoulder against Madiquel’s leg.
“Okay,” Madiquel whispered, her eyes wide as saucers and her hand trembling where it was pressed to the back of Zezeth’s head, stroking the little green with a subconscious action born of a need of reassurance. Zezeth nuzzled Madiquel’s stomach, before looking up at D’hys and snorting at him. Whether the motion was a demand he lead the way, or scolding him for the emotional roller coaster he set Madiquel on, he would never know. Madiquel seemed to shake herself a little at the sound, though, and took a wobbly step towards the bluerider. “Let’s go,” she said softly, and followed him without really seeing as he lead the way out of the weyr she shared with her classmates.
D’hys didn’t speak to her as he lead the way, for which Madiquel was thankful; she didn’t think she could have upheld her end of a conversation at that moment — she was far too busy having an internal panic attack, which Zezeth was floundering to help her control as they walked behind the bluerider. Her dragon didn’t really understand why Madiquel was so distressed, and Madiquel wasn’t really able to explain it to her right then. They’d already had a deep and meaningful conversation over the past week, starting the day word had come that Jajojin was going to be coming to Ista as soon as possible. She had needed Zezeth to understand about her father.
Thankfully, Zezeth very rarely spoke with words, preferring her emotions and imagery to do the talking for her, and Madiquel knew that while her father was receptive enough he may pick up on anything Zezeth over-emphasised, the little dragonet was a quiet one, and didn’t share her emotions ‘loudly’. When she did speak, her low voice was hard to hear (especially when Dyoricath was busy screeching) and she’d understood the importance of not speaking around Jajojin. Zezeth had been absolutely horrified at Madiquel’s Papa having lost his own dragon, and Madiquel had been relieved by the dragon’s understanding. She, herself, hadn’t been sure how well Zezeth would understand.
Extremely well, apparently.
When they reached the door - finally? It felt like a lifetime and no time all at once - Madiquel gave D’hys a thin smile, eyes still wide with terror. She did, however, take a deep breath and slowly push the door open, feeling Zezeth nudge her butt with her head as Madiquel stepped in. The dragonet stopped just inside, mostly hidden in the shadows, and watched as Madiquel came to a faltering halt, wringing her hands together and already trying desperately not to cry. “Papa?” Madiquel hesitated for just a fraction of a second as her father turned to look at her, before bursting into tears and throwing herself at him, sobbing into his chest with broken ‘I’m sorry!’-ies.
