13.Feb.21, 02:48 PM
Quilriana knew she wasn’t actually dragging Gangleri along, that he was just as excited to get to her son as she was, but it still felt that way. She held tightly to his hand as she weaved around people and he did a decent job of keeping pace with her. She supposed a determined mother whether for good or horrible news was a force and she debated slowing down but she had to see her baby. Gangleri could deal with a little more punishment. She’d already apologised for the death grip earlier but she had warned him it would happen!
When she reached her destination, Gangleri was forgotten as she threw her arms around Quinvalis and hugged him tightly. It was good to see her boy again and hug him in general but she had been so scared for him and the relief to have him whole in her arms was almost too much and she worried her knees would buckle. “Congratulations! I’m so proud of you for Standing again and proud that my son is a dragonrider. Look at his gorgeous hide!”
Quilriana turned her attention to the dragonet and smiled wider when her son introduced Dalsuth to her and shared his honorific. He seemed hesitant, maybe embarrassed, and she took N’lis’ hand in hers. She didn’t see why he would worry over the name, other than just being naturally inclined to worrying, but then the pieces connected. Her portion of his name had been erased. “It’s a good name. A strong name. Dalsuth chose it well.” Besides, it’d be rather hard to make a decent name with a Q. In her defence, she was naming the heir to a farm, not a future dragonrider.
“And this is Harper Gangleri. I’ve mentioned him in some of the letters but he’s one of my favourite patrons and has become a good friend.” Quilriana added that part in for R’nya’s benefit before returning the favour and introducing him to Gangleri. That task done, her attention went back to her son and how happy—if overwhelmed—he was and just watched him as he exchanged buckets and bent down to start cleaning up some more of his dragon. His dragon! She was bursting with pride.
When she reached her destination, Gangleri was forgotten as she threw her arms around Quinvalis and hugged him tightly. It was good to see her boy again and hug him in general but she had been so scared for him and the relief to have him whole in her arms was almost too much and she worried her knees would buckle. “Congratulations! I’m so proud of you for Standing again and proud that my son is a dragonrider. Look at his gorgeous hide!”
Quilriana turned her attention to the dragonet and smiled wider when her son introduced Dalsuth to her and shared his honorific. He seemed hesitant, maybe embarrassed, and she took N’lis’ hand in hers. She didn’t see why he would worry over the name, other than just being naturally inclined to worrying, but then the pieces connected. Her portion of his name had been erased. “It’s a good name. A strong name. Dalsuth chose it well.” Besides, it’d be rather hard to make a decent name with a Q. In her defence, she was naming the heir to a farm, not a future dragonrider.
“And this is Harper Gangleri. I’ve mentioned him in some of the letters but he’s one of my favourite patrons and has become a good friend.” Quilriana added that part in for R’nya’s benefit before returning the favour and introducing him to Gangleri. That task done, her attention went back to her son and how happy—if overwhelmed—he was and just watched him as he exchanged buckets and bent down to start cleaning up some more of his dragon. His dragon! She was bursting with pride.