12.Jan.14, 07:32 PM
Faredin left the interview with his mother shaking, but oddly relieved. It had gone about as well as he’d expected it to go and he couldn’t say he blamed his mother in the slightest. Especially when he knew he’d fumbled the explanation the way he had. If he couldn’t put words to what he was feeling, how could he expect J’di to understand?
It wasn’t that he was scared, no matter what the bluerider thought. Yeah, he sometimes woke up from nightmares now; being trapped, seeing B’run die, hearing screams on the air. He was dealing just fine, and he wouldn’t thank anyone to say otherwise.
But he just didn’t feel right. Like a part of himself was now missing, and he didn’t want to face the dragonets without it. The way he felt now, he’d be lucky to get a green, and Faredin wasn’t in the habit of accepting less that the best from himself. If he wasn’t bronze-ready, he wouldn’t Stand at all. Even if it meant being at odds with (and, a cringing voice reminded him, in the contempt of) a mother he respected.
“Should I have done it to please her?” He asked Bo, since talking to himself would have been too odd. “Maybe Standing –or Impressing- would fix it after all.” The brown made an attentive, but useless, audience as he nuzzled into his boy’s neck in an attempt at comfort.
More helpful actions would have to wait for a human.
It wasn’t that he was scared, no matter what the bluerider thought. Yeah, he sometimes woke up from nightmares now; being trapped, seeing B’run die, hearing screams on the air. He was dealing just fine, and he wouldn’t thank anyone to say otherwise.
But he just didn’t feel right. Like a part of himself was now missing, and he didn’t want to face the dragonets without it. The way he felt now, he’d be lucky to get a green, and Faredin wasn’t in the habit of accepting less that the best from himself. If he wasn’t bronze-ready, he wouldn’t Stand at all. Even if it meant being at odds with (and, a cringing voice reminded him, in the contempt of) a mother he respected.
“Should I have done it to please her?” He asked Bo, since talking to himself would have been too odd. “Maybe Standing –or Impressing- would fix it after all.” The brown made an attentive, but useless, audience as he nuzzled into his boy’s neck in an attempt at comfort.
More helpful actions would have to wait for a human.