12.Dec.20, 04:39 AM
Cazan hated that T'ryn was so quiet. No, not hated, she thought to herself. She just didn't like it right then. She didn't like that she couldn't read his mind, that she was left with only her own thoughts and an insane dragon happily babbling about winning games. But he was still there, still holding her, so that was at least something. Hopefully he wasn't just trying to think of a way to escape, planning some sort of tactical retreat back to Syrendryth and back to Telgar where he only had to worry about dragon babies.
The thought was ridiculous enough it almost made her laugh. At least she remembered to breathe, though it turned into a soft sobbing hiccup as T'ryn finally responded. "Sorry... I'm sorry for crying. I shouldn't cry. I love you and you're wonderful."
Maybe it didn't matter how Mal had come to the answer, but for now it seemed she was right... T'ryn would make a wonderful daddy. Cazan ignored the gold's jubilantI told you so! and relaxed her grip on his shirt. "You didn't have to do any of those things... it's not your fault." She shook her head, stifling a small bitter laugh as she said, "well I hope it's your fault... but I knew those thing too. We had classes, N'reh told me about things and I'd just... forgotten. I forgot those things applied, and I was too busy with everything else to want to care. And Mal is being very possessive right now as far as other dragons go. If she can't fly, then I can't fly either. I didn't want to keep bribing her with firelizards."
Cazan gently lifted her head just enough to let it thunk back against T'ryn. "You're going to be a dad," for some reason that was so much easier to say than admit she was going to be a mother. She was terrified that she'd only keep making things worse, it was bad enough to throw her own life into disarray, but now she was going to be messing things up for an entire tiny person who was going to need her. "I don't even know what to do... or where to begin. And I think this might delay my move to Telgar."
The thought was ridiculous enough it almost made her laugh. At least she remembered to breathe, though it turned into a soft sobbing hiccup as T'ryn finally responded. "Sorry... I'm sorry for crying. I shouldn't cry. I love you and you're wonderful."
Maybe it didn't matter how Mal had come to the answer, but for now it seemed she was right... T'ryn would make a wonderful daddy. Cazan ignored the gold's jubilant
Cazan gently lifted her head just enough to let it thunk back against T'ryn. "You're going to be a dad," for some reason that was so much easier to say than admit she was going to be a mother. She was terrified that she'd only keep making things worse, it was bad enough to throw her own life into disarray, but now she was going to be messing things up for an entire tiny person who was going to need her. "I don't even know what to do... or where to begin. And I think this might delay my move to Telgar."