Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
03.Oct.17, 04:55 PM
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.
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.
