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11.Sep.19, 08:53 AM
Madiquel could feel the tension radiating off her Papa as he considered her question; she could see his reluctance, but also his grim determination, and her heart broke for him. Madiquel hated that she was causing him so much distress, that she was the root of so much pain and anguish when all she’d ever, ever wanted to do was help him be happy, to know that she loved him. She wondered how loved he felt, with her bonding to a little dragon, and Madiquel felt as if she was going to drown in the guilt of it all. Madiquel felt Zezeth wrap her up in love, even as she squeezed her Papa’s hand and kissed his cheek, before turning to look to the shadows where Zezeth was hiding.
The little dragonet came forward slowly, watching Jajojin closely though she was also paying very tight attention to the emotions Madiquel was feeling. They were both waiting for cracks to appear in Jajojin’s emotions, expression, anything that told them Zezeth had to vanish and Madiquel had to call a more experienced Healer in. Madiquel, for her part, was sitting tense and coiled beside her Papa, watching him with wide eyes as her dragonet came closer, biting her bottom lip and stroking the top of Jajojin’s hand, returning his thin smile with a shaky one of her own.
Madiquel knew Zezeth had come to a stop, without looking at her dragon. The little green sat down neatly, curling her tail around herself and peering up at Jajojin with her trademarked intense stare, head tilted just slightly as she considered him thoughtfully. When she was content that he wasn’t about to fall apart (judging as much by Madiquel’s slowly relaxing as anything else), Zezeth stood up carefully (her balance still bothered her, and careful movements helped) and extended her nose. She was standing far enough away that the gesture didn’t bring her into Jajojin’s personal space, but she was close enough that if he so desired, he could reach out and let her sniff his fingers, or even touch her on the nose.
“Papa,” Madiquel almost whispered, her eyes full of tears as she watched him, “Zezeth,” she introduced her dragonet gently, turning to smile wistfully at the little green as Zezeth slowly withdrew her head back to a comfortable position and turned her gaze just as thoughtfully upon Madiquel; Madiquel’s expression softened. “Go get some sun, Zee,” Madiquel said gently, watching as Zezeth turned back to looking at Jajojin. Her gaze hadn’t lost that thoughtful air, her eyes whirling slowly and curiously. After a few long moments, she nodded at Jajojin, glanced softly at Madiquel, and turned towards the direction of the ledge. She paused, and blinked at the obstacle that presented itself, twitching her left wing.
Confused, Madiquel turned to see what had caused Zezeth to pause, and said a soft ‘Oh,’ as she flushed gently in embarrassment. Of course Papa didn’t have the ledge open; that was just silly and Madiquel sank down a little in her seat, even as Zezeth turned and flicked her wing again, giving her head a sassy toss and Madiquel could feel her amusement and determination to get past this new puzzle. Intrigued, Madiquel watched as Zezeth trotted over to the table, and the tapestry, and considered them for a moment before easing herself under the table to sniff at the bottom hem of the tapestry. After a moment, she turned to look at her audience with amusement, and wiggled easily under the tapestry and out into the dragon portion of the weyr, sending Madiquel a gentle image of the warm sunshine and the impression of how nice it felt on her hide.
“She does that a lot,” Madiquel said softly, turning back to her Papa, unsure if he’d received the gentle sharing of image and emotion, but mostly meaning Zezeth’s determination to solve puzzles and find everything amsuing. “She doesn’t like to talk, and loves to stare and think.” The girl paused, before frowning slightly. “The blues are loud, though,” she warned, frowning in her newly acquired Healer way as she looked up at her Papa, warning him without outright stating it. Her frown intensified. “I’m sure even when they learn to keep their words to their bonded, Dyoricath… won’t… and Zee likes to stir him up.” Madiquel was still frowning, but her lips twitched with sudden amusement. Then she sobered, shifting on the couch and staring intently up at Jajojin, refusing to drop his gaze. “Are you okay, Papa?”
The little dragonet came forward slowly, watching Jajojin closely though she was also paying very tight attention to the emotions Madiquel was feeling. They were both waiting for cracks to appear in Jajojin’s emotions, expression, anything that told them Zezeth had to vanish and Madiquel had to call a more experienced Healer in. Madiquel, for her part, was sitting tense and coiled beside her Papa, watching him with wide eyes as her dragonet came closer, biting her bottom lip and stroking the top of Jajojin’s hand, returning his thin smile with a shaky one of her own.
Madiquel knew Zezeth had come to a stop, without looking at her dragon. The little green sat down neatly, curling her tail around herself and peering up at Jajojin with her trademarked intense stare, head tilted just slightly as she considered him thoughtfully. When she was content that he wasn’t about to fall apart (judging as much by Madiquel’s slowly relaxing as anything else), Zezeth stood up carefully (her balance still bothered her, and careful movements helped) and extended her nose. She was standing far enough away that the gesture didn’t bring her into Jajojin’s personal space, but she was close enough that if he so desired, he could reach out and let her sniff his fingers, or even touch her on the nose.
“Papa,” Madiquel almost whispered, her eyes full of tears as she watched him, “Zezeth,” she introduced her dragonet gently, turning to smile wistfully at the little green as Zezeth slowly withdrew her head back to a comfortable position and turned her gaze just as thoughtfully upon Madiquel; Madiquel’s expression softened. “Go get some sun, Zee,” Madiquel said gently, watching as Zezeth turned back to looking at Jajojin. Her gaze hadn’t lost that thoughtful air, her eyes whirling slowly and curiously. After a few long moments, she nodded at Jajojin, glanced softly at Madiquel, and turned towards the direction of the ledge. She paused, and blinked at the obstacle that presented itself, twitching her left wing.
Confused, Madiquel turned to see what had caused Zezeth to pause, and said a soft ‘Oh,’ as she flushed gently in embarrassment. Of course Papa didn’t have the ledge open; that was just silly and Madiquel sank down a little in her seat, even as Zezeth turned and flicked her wing again, giving her head a sassy toss and Madiquel could feel her amusement and determination to get past this new puzzle. Intrigued, Madiquel watched as Zezeth trotted over to the table, and the tapestry, and considered them for a moment before easing herself under the table to sniff at the bottom hem of the tapestry. After a moment, she turned to look at her audience with amusement, and wiggled easily under the tapestry and out into the dragon portion of the weyr, sending Madiquel a gentle image of the warm sunshine and the impression of how nice it felt on her hide.
“She does that a lot,” Madiquel said softly, turning back to her Papa, unsure if he’d received the gentle sharing of image and emotion, but mostly meaning Zezeth’s determination to solve puzzles and find everything amsuing. “She doesn’t like to talk, and loves to stare and think.” The girl paused, before frowning slightly. “The blues are loud, though,” she warned, frowning in her newly acquired Healer way as she looked up at her Papa, warning him without outright stating it. Her frown intensified. “I’m sure even when they learn to keep their words to their bonded, Dyoricath… won’t… and Zee likes to stir him up.” Madiquel was still frowning, but her lips twitched with sudden amusement. Then she sobered, shifting on the couch and staring intently up at Jajojin, refusing to drop his gaze. “Are you okay, Papa?”
