08.Sep.17, 09:33 PM
Madiquel’s face fell at the despairing sound that left her father’s lips before he sat up, but the relief she felt at his ‘waking’ and paying attention to her lightened her, and she sighed softly and held up the cup to him, waiting for Jajojin to take it. Her face fell again at his casual comment about her mother, tears filling her eyes as she looked away. “Thank you,” it was whispered, and she sniffled a little before making a great effort to pull herself together. It was a good thing he took the bowl from her trembling hands then, as it allowed the child to wrap her arms around herself. She let the silence envelope them, in no rush to break it.
It would seem that Jajojin wasn’t as eager to enjoy the silence, and in the end, Madiquel was glad for the way his statement interrupted her thoughts, which were whirling around in her mind; memories and moments of time with her mother. It was painful, and made her heart ache though she had few tears to cry after crying so much in the recent days. She wasn’t sure she would ever be used to having lost her mother, and in a way, was thankful for her father’s need of her. Even if he didn’t realise he needed her – or wouldn’t acknowledge that need.
“Messy,” she offered, looking up and wiping away a couple of tears, her lips in a fine line as she pressed them together. Her eyes were visibly damp, but aside from a couple of tears she had wiped away, she wasn’t crying. There was too much pain for simple tears, and she didn’t want to bring her father down. “S’kef has taken control.” Young as she was, Madiquel’s grimace belied her disgust with a brownrider being in such a position of power, though she did not voice anything against the man. She simply didn’t like him, and felt a brownrider ought to know better than to upstart bronzeriders. But then, what kind of bronzeriders let a brownrider take rank from them?
“Many were lost.” She sighed and sat back on her feet, hands folded on her knees. “I don’t think an official count has been given yet, though.” She paused, and tilted her head. “All the gold survived. The little one escaped with most of her clutch mates. Tsuen is not well, though. No one is talking about it, but the dragons are worried about Nirinath…” She faded off awkwardly when she realised she was talking about dragons and that the topic would probably be tender for her father. She shifted awkwardly and fiddled with her bracelet, uncomfortable herself.
It would seem that Jajojin wasn’t as eager to enjoy the silence, and in the end, Madiquel was glad for the way his statement interrupted her thoughts, which were whirling around in her mind; memories and moments of time with her mother. It was painful, and made her heart ache though she had few tears to cry after crying so much in the recent days. She wasn’t sure she would ever be used to having lost her mother, and in a way, was thankful for her father’s need of her. Even if he didn’t realise he needed her – or wouldn’t acknowledge that need.
“Messy,” she offered, looking up and wiping away a couple of tears, her lips in a fine line as she pressed them together. Her eyes were visibly damp, but aside from a couple of tears she had wiped away, she wasn’t crying. There was too much pain for simple tears, and she didn’t want to bring her father down. “S’kef has taken control.” Young as she was, Madiquel’s grimace belied her disgust with a brownrider being in such a position of power, though she did not voice anything against the man. She simply didn’t like him, and felt a brownrider ought to know better than to upstart bronzeriders. But then, what kind of bronzeriders let a brownrider take rank from them?
“Many were lost.” She sighed and sat back on her feet, hands folded on her knees. “I don’t think an official count has been given yet, though.” She paused, and tilted her head. “All the gold survived. The little one escaped with most of her clutch mates. Tsuen is not well, though. No one is talking about it, but the dragons are worried about Nirinath…” She faded off awkwardly when she realised she was talking about dragons and that the topic would probably be tender for her father. She shifted awkwardly and fiddled with her bracelet, uncomfortable herself.