19.Sep.17, 07:21 PM
“Sounds like a plan to me,” she agreed easily, liking the idea of using her friend and his dragon as an excuse to avoid real work. It wasn’t that she was against doing chores, so much as she wasn’t in the mood that day and liked the idea of being a laze-about a lot more. She hadn’t slept very well the night before - reoccurring nightmares about the landslide still plagued her - and she’d woken up grumpy and sour. While the hours since she’d rolled out of bed had mulled her mood and finally it had began to pick up, she still had that fear niggling at the back of her neck, and occasionally giving her goose bumps.
Content to let the silence envelope them, Madiquel was slightly surprised when R’dare broke it, and she looked at him with her head tilted slightly to one side, before the weight of his words fell over her and took shape. Madiquel sighed, her lips pulling down slightly in a frown. On her lap, little Clover purred reassuringly, and Madiquel pet her absent mindedly.
“No,” she answered at last, her single word full of resignation and honesty. “Every time I do, Papa has a bad day, or I have a nightmare about the landslide, or some other such.” She wasn’t looking at R’dare, focused as she was on her lap where Clover sat, though she didn’t really see the little firelizard. She looked up, eyebrows drawn together in a frown as she met R’dare’s eyes. “I don’t think I could do that to Papa,” she admitted, not for the first time. It was one thing, to be friends with the dragons her friends were bonded to. But how could she Bond to a dragonet? Not when her Papa still needed her so much. More than a dragonet would ever need her.
Content to let the silence envelope them, Madiquel was slightly surprised when R’dare broke it, and she looked at him with her head tilted slightly to one side, before the weight of his words fell over her and took shape. Madiquel sighed, her lips pulling down slightly in a frown. On her lap, little Clover purred reassuringly, and Madiquel pet her absent mindedly.
“No,” she answered at last, her single word full of resignation and honesty. “Every time I do, Papa has a bad day, or I have a nightmare about the landslide, or some other such.” She wasn’t looking at R’dare, focused as she was on her lap where Clover sat, though she didn’t really see the little firelizard. She looked up, eyebrows drawn together in a frown as she met R’dare’s eyes. “I don’t think I could do that to Papa,” she admitted, not for the first time. It was one thing, to be friends with the dragons her friends were bonded to. But how could she Bond to a dragonet? Not when her Papa still needed her so much. More than a dragonet would ever need her.