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[G] [C] 734.07.04 | Painful Beginnings
7PM | Jajojin

M'quel
of Green Zezeth

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Brown

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Written By: ThistleProse
#1
“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.



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Jajojin
of Bronze Denath

Date of Birth
22.07.681, 63
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6'5
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Honey Brown
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Fit
Hair
Brown, shaggy

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Written By: SunsetWay
#2
He heard a voice, vaguely familiar, but it was distant and Jajojin knew he was imagining it. No one spoke to him anymore; no one. At least, not the one he wanted to hear the most, the one that mattered. All he ever heard was silence and he never quite understood the expression that silence was deafening until he lived in it.

“I need you with me, Denath, you can’t…” Jajojin’s voice trailed off as the memory of his final moments with his dragon mercifully cut off, for once sparing him having to relive watching his better half vanish before his eyes and never to return. The pain, though, that was always there to the point that he felt numb to everything else. The pain was comforting in a way, however. It made the bond with Denath all the more important to him. It meant everything he shared with that glorious bronze was real, special, and not just a throw away memory like a night with a girl at a Hold’s gather.

Jajojin was still alive because Denath wanted him to be. They could have left together, they should have. He wanted it, even after the beast had left him. Jajojin begged every rider he saw for two days to drop him between so he could be reunited with his dragon but no one would take him, despite hearing whispers a bluerider had done it for another lost soul. So he had taken matters into his own hands. Well, he had tried. They had watched him too closely and stopped the first attempt with a broken mirror to a wrist and never left him near anything that was sharp or could do any level of serious harm after that. A glance down at his left wrist showed the bandage that proved he hadn't hallucinated any of that.

It was only when the shock had worn off and his voice was raw from screaming in agony even in his drug-induced sleep that Jajojin was willing to accept that Denath had given him a chance to continue living for them both. Denath enjoyed helping others, had died doing exactly that when dragonets were trapped in the landslide, and the great bronze knew Jajojin loved it just as much and needed the man to carry on, to help others, to love.

With the memory fading, Jajojin heard that familiar voice again and recognition finally settled in. His daughter had returned home, from what, he couldn’t remember. Maybe she didn’t even tell him where she was going. She was old enough to go off on her own now, wasn’t she? He couldn’t remember how old she was now, though he knew he was oddly proud of her and even loved her. She was a bright child and kind; like now. He heard her timid voice and tried to focus on it, to bring himself back to the here and now but today was one of the rougher days; a day where fantasy was so much better than reality. How many days had it been without Denath? A part of him knew it had only been several days but it felt longer, so much longer.

The fantasy that everything was okay still was why he shut his eyes when he heard his daughter approach him and heard her gentle voice so close to his ear. He loved her but seeing her could also bring back memories. Denath enjoyed her company and played with her every time Jajojin decided to visit her. “I don’t want soup, girl. I ate recently,” he had, hadn’t he? He wasn’t sure about that either; though he knew he wasn’t hungry so perhaps midday meal had only been a few hours earlier.

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M'quel
of Green Zezeth

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Written By: ThistleProse
#3
Ten years old, and out of her league, Madiquel gently put the bowl of soup down beside her father’s cot, freeing her hands to wring for a moment as her father finally looked up at her. His statement had her nibbling on her bottom lip anxiously, but she took a deep breath and straightened her spine, frowning down at her father for a few moments before finally speaking, her voice low though not timid.

“No you didn’t,” she stated gently, kneeling by the bowl of soup so that she was on eye level with her father, the fingers of her right hand fiddling anxiously with the bracelet she wore on her left wrist. “You haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.” She’d tried to get him to eat breakfast earlier, but he’d refused. She was used to him refusing to eat, but she was also determined that he did eat at least once a day. Releasing the bracelet, she picked up the bowl again and gave it a slight wiggle, as if to entice her father with the smell.

“Please, Papa, you need to eat.” She couldn’t imagine what he was going through – how could she? She had never been bonded to a dragon, never even had one of the little firelizards – but she knew she needed him, for she had no one else; her mother had died in the landslide that had taken away half her father’s soul. “Just a little?”

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Jajojin
of Bronze Denath

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22.07.681, 63
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6'5
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Honey Brown
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Fit
Hair
Brown, shaggy

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2
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Written By: SunsetWay
#4
The girl talked back to him and nagged him as much as her mother. Not that he could remember the girl's mother at the moment. Denath, what's the woman's name? When no answer came right away, Jajojin wondered if either of them even knew the name for the dragon to draw upon. Maybe the bronze was just ignoring him, having teamed up with the girl he liked so much. Jajojin sighed and called mentally to his dragon again and when he still didn't get a response, reality crashed down upon him and he remembered why it was so silent. How easy it was to forget!

A moan of loss escaped parted dry lips as Jajojin finally focused on his daughter and sat up. It was a bit of a struggle, something he found odd considering he wasn't known for being out of shape. Of course, next to some of the other riders, perhaps he was, but sitting up didn't usually elicit such aches and dizziness. Perhaps he did need to eat if he didn't even have the energy to get out of bed.

He studied his daughter a little longer as he situated himself, propping up against the wall his bed was pushed up against. "You're a lot like your mama," he paused then added, "Madiquel." He hadn't forgotten it, just simply couldn't find her name for a moment in his haze and felt 'girl' was a good enough title. At least he remembered her and knew her status of living or dead. It was hard to say that for a lot of people--and dragons. He knew he wasn't the only one lost and alone but Jajojin felt like he was and was half convinced he was the weakest out of all of them as he hadn't been able to follow through on finding a way back to his dragon. He supposed leaving his daughter an orphan was a bit selfish. He couldn't recall who had said that to him and it surprised him to realize that while he was trying to remember her mother's name, he failed to remember she had also died in the landslide.

With a sigh, a shaky hand reached out for the proffered bowl and he studied the contents. He wouldn't classify soup as one of his favourite dishes and this one certainly didn't look all that appealing but like he had already ascertained, he needed the nourishment. A lick of his lips also proved that he needed the liquid. Two spoonfuls found their way down his throat before the silence got to him.

He gave the soup a stir and finally asked, "how is it out there today?" He had been a Weyrleader once, long ago before the plague and a part of him still remembered the pride and thrill of leading his people. He knew the citizens of Katila needed guidance and someone to look to for strength and assurance in such a disaster and that same part of him longed to be out there offering aid however he could. Except he couldn't even sit up without a struggle. How could he be of any use to anyone? He couldn't even help himself. He wouldn't even be eating without Madiquel's help.

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M'quel
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Written By: ThistleProse
#5
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.

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Jajojin
of Bronze Denath

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22.07.681, 63
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Honey Brown
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Written By: SunsetWay
#6
Jajojin froze at hearing that S'kef had used the disaster to his advantage and seized control. How had that happened? Were they all truly afraid of a brownrider with a heavy fist? Oh he knew without a doubt that the man was vicious; he'd seen the shape J'ver found himself in over the years and while he didn't give a rat's ass about the slimy greenrider, it did show some of S'kef's colours. This was the man they were all bowing down to now? It disgusted him and he almost tossed the soup across the room in frustration but seeing his daughter huddled on the floor, already so upset and frightened stayed his hand.

He took a few slow breaths, letting the anger fade. It wasn't anything he could control or even truly comment on when he barely left the little room he was tucked away in. Soon, though, he'd track down his fellow bronzeriders and figure out what happened and how to fix it. He didn't want his daughter growing up under than man's rule and he'd do whatever he had to in order to wrest power away.

Thankfully, the anger over S'kef was enough to dull the pain of hearing about the loss of dragons and keep him from wondering how many were gone and which riders stayed behind. He did, however, latch onto the hope of the gold dragons. "That's good. Good. The golds are special and always needed. They will help." Help calm the masses as well as repopulate. Greens had their uses but in such matters, they were merely decoration.

Jajojin returned his soup, one shaky spoonful after the other, his slurping the only sound until he had finished half. He was about to hand it back to Madiquel to have her dispose of it but he pleading of earlier stayed his hand. He looked at what was left and frowned, knowing it wasn't much but it seemed like a feast meant for an entire wing. He couldn't keep disappointing her. She was supposed to look up to him and be looked after; she shouldn't be making sure he was fed as if he were a child. With new determination, Jajojin renewed his efforts and when the bowl was finally empty, it was set on the bed in front of him.

"Thank you, Madiquel. You should..." She should, what? Go outside and play in the rubble? Go bathe before bed despite the water being needed for other things and bed being uncomfortable and not hers? Another sigh and he ran his hands over his face, willing away his own issues and trying to focus on being a father a young girl needed in such times.

"Come here," he whispered, an arm stretched out in invitation for her to join him on the bed and curl up at his side. He wasn't overly affectionate but Madiquel had a tendency to bring it out of him and he genuinely wanted to comfort his daughter pretend everything was fine and let her be a child for a night.

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M'quel
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Written By: ThistleProse
#7
Madiquel gave a soft sigh of relief when her father set the empty bowl to one side, feeling a weight she shouldn’t have been carrying lift from her narrow shoulders at the sight. He wasn’t eating nearly enough, nor regularly enough, to make her happy but each small meal was a victory. She didn’t know how long he would last, how long he would stay, and it was a thought that terrified her. She couldn’t stand the thought of being alone, especially in the mess that surrounded them, but she didn’t want her papa to be in such misery, either. She’d always seen him as a tall and proud man, but how long would that pride keep him with her? It didn’t occur to her that he might love her enough to stay (who could love anyone more than their dragon?) or that he might view it as his responsibility; she was, after all, his daughter.

She looked up when he thanked her, before trailing off into silence. Her head tilted slightly to one side, eyebrows drawn together quizzically as she watched him, trying to figure out what he had been about to say. She opened her own mouth to encourage him to finish his train of thought, when he was holding his arms out to her, whispering an invitation. She stared blankly for a moment, taken aback by the invitation. Then her breath hitched, and she flung herself at her father, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest. Tears soaked her face, and as a result, her father’s chest as she sobbed out her horror and distress at the whole horrible event, the first time she’d allowed herself to really mourn the loss of her mother, the loss of her father’s dragon, the loss of her home and friends and life as she’d known it.

Madiquel cried for a long time, until her sobs slowly faded into hiccups and snotty nosed sniffling, her eyes swollen and red, her face stained with the tears she’d shed. Shifting her seat, Madiquel settled more comfortably across her father’s lap, cuddling close to him but releasing her death grip in order to tuck her head under his chin. She used her sleeve to mop at her face, still hiccupping. She looked up after a while, shifting so she could kiss Jajojin on the cheek and give him a fierce hug, clinging tightly for a moment before relaxing back into her comfortable cuddling. “I love you, Papa,” she said softly, exhausted from her outpouring.

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Jajojin
of Bronze Denath

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22.07.681, 63
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6'5
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Honey Brown
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Fit
Hair
Brown, shaggy

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Written By: SunsetWay
#8
He had invited the hug and he was fine with it but he hadn't expected so much crying. It was only natural, he knew that, but Jajojin still wasn't entirely prepared and wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. So he sat there, arms wrapped around his daughter to hold her close, ensuring she felt safe. Whispered words of comfort were muttered regularly as he did his best to do more than simply exist while playing pillow and tissue. By the time Madiquel had cried herself out, Jajojin wondered about the condition of his shirt as he could feel the dampness of tears and who knew what else seeping through the thin material. He didn't care; Madiquel seemed more at ease and that oddly reassured him as well.


"I-I love you too, Madiquel," he did, but it was still a somewhat foreign concept to say such a thing to someone other than Denath. At suddenly remembering his dragon's fate -- he had been too focused on his daughter to realize anything else around him -- Jajojin almost lost it again, trembling slightly as he held off anxiety and fear of being alone. He had to keep it together for Madiquel's sake. The girl was doing too much for him and had just proven the weight of the world was on her shoulders and she was struggling with it.


"You should get some rest," he hadn't a clue about what time it was given he hadn't left the tiny room in over a day and he refused to look outside. It didn't matter the hour though given how wiped Madiquel seemed after such a display of emotions. It was his turn to be the adult and watch over his daughter while she slept.

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M'quel
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Brown

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Written By: ThistleProse
#9
Madiquel cuddled against her father, comfortable and warm where she was held on his lap, feeling for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime like a child again. Her breathing was low and regular, the girl little more than asleep where she sat, listening to Jajojin’s heartbeat where her head was settled against his chest. It was that closeness that let her feel the trembling and the way his heartbeat sped up suddenly, out of the blue. But Madiquel, with a child’s unwitting intuition, knew it was because he was suddenly thinking about Denath. And that it was something she did.

She didn’t draw the conclusion that it was from the simple expression of love. Why could love cause fear?

Madiquel leaned away slightly, looking up at her father with red and puffy eyes, her lips turned down slightly in a childish pout – not at his words, but at her feeling of failure that she’d upset him. His gentle suggestion had her sighing softly, but she didn’t argue. Jajojin didn’t have the ordering finality that her mother did, but Madiquel read deeper into the soft words and saw the instruction there. Go to sleep, child. So she leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on her father’s prickly cheek and tightening her skinny arms around his neck in a fierce hug. A moment later, and she slid off his lap and made her way to her little cot. It wasn’t much, but it was hers.

Moments after laying down, Madiquel was deeply asleep, her left hand curled up under her cheek.

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