13.Aug.17, 11:52 AM
“Papa?”
Madiquel closed the door quietly behind herself as she stepped into the makeshift home. Before the landslide had taken away everything she knew and loved about Katila, Madiquel had never thought she’d someday be living with her father. Even if she had, she never would have imagined he’d be without his dragon – which was the reason for her timid introduction as she came inside. One never knew what kind of mood the man would be in, or how he’d react to her presence. He had never hurt her, and she didn’t think he ever would, but sometime he could be scary.
“Papa, are you home?”
Home. The thought made Madiquel’s nose scrunch up. The makeshift room they’d claimed in one of the few buildings left standing was the furthest thing from a home Madiquel had ever known. Of course, she’d been born in Katila, well after everything was built and comfortable – but she’d heard stories from old Parella about how the dragonriders who’d fled South had lived in squalor for years before coming together to create Katila.
It was like they couldn’t get a break. One thing after another seemed intent on bringing down the proud dragonriders of Pern.
Madiquel’s sighed softly, and brushed aside the hanging fur that separated the two cots that had been set up on the other side from the rest of the room. She found her father still abed in his cot, his back to her, and her face crumpled, recognising the signs of a bad day. Taking a deep breath, she took a step beyond it and stepped lightly – timidly – around the cot so she could kneel down before Jajojin’s head, folding her knees and holding the mug in her hands carefully.
“Papa, I brought you some soup from the kitchen. Please, you need to eat.”
She didn’t add that it had been three days.
Jajojin
Madiquel closed the door quietly behind herself as she stepped into the makeshift home. Before the landslide had taken away everything she knew and loved about Katila, Madiquel had never thought she’d someday be living with her father. Even if she had, she never would have imagined he’d be without his dragon – which was the reason for her timid introduction as she came inside. One never knew what kind of mood the man would be in, or how he’d react to her presence. He had never hurt her, and she didn’t think he ever would, but sometime he could be scary.
“Papa, are you home?”
Home. The thought made Madiquel’s nose scrunch up. The makeshift room they’d claimed in one of the few buildings left standing was the furthest thing from a home Madiquel had ever known. Of course, she’d been born in Katila, well after everything was built and comfortable – but she’d heard stories from old Parella about how the dragonriders who’d fled South had lived in squalor for years before coming together to create Katila.
It was like they couldn’t get a break. One thing after another seemed intent on bringing down the proud dragonriders of Pern.
Madiquel’s sighed softly, and brushed aside the hanging fur that separated the two cots that had been set up on the other side from the rest of the room. She found her father still abed in his cot, his back to her, and her face crumpled, recognising the signs of a bad day. Taking a deep breath, she took a step beyond it and stepped lightly – timidly – around the cot so she could kneel down before Jajojin’s head, folding her knees and holding the mug in her hands carefully.
“Papa, I brought you some soup from the kitchen. Please, you need to eat.”
She didn’t add that it had been three days.
Jajojin