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20.Oct.17, 10:44 AM
Quinvalis stared at the necklace he held in the palm of one hand. His mother had told him to close his eyes and hold one out. A moment later, he felt something drop into it and he slowly opened his eyes to see the familiar piece of jewellery that seemed so odd now that it wasn't around his mother's neck. In truth, it wasn't anything special, but to him, it was the most amazing thing he had seen. It was a simple silver chain of decent thickness that made it sturdy enough to last the wear and tear of decades and dangling from it was a small beautiful deep red stone. He knew the simple tale that went with the piece; it was given to his mother by his grandmother when she was betrothed to his father and it seemed like Quilriana had always cherished it and fiddled with it when she was lost in thought or humming to herself while they were on a picnic with his little sister and R'nya.
He was confused for a moment as to why it was now in his hands and one look at the tears threatening to spill from Quilriana's eyes made it clear what the intention was. However, before he could give it back and say he couldn't take such a treasure -- his grandma had died years before and they didn't have much in sentimental value of her -- his mother spoke and all protests died instantly.
She was proud of him and the future being Searched would give him and that tiny red gem was a piece of her heart that he was to take with him so she'd always be near. He was a man of thirteen years now and men didn't cry, especially not in front of their role model. A quick glance at R'nya showed the bronzerider still nearby but whether or not he was listening was hard to say. A flush stained Quinvalis' cheeks at realizing the older man likely heard everything and his reputation had probably just died before he even stepped a foot onto Fort Weyr soil. Then again, R'nya had been around them for years and he knew his mom well and how she was with her kids. The fact that R'nya never said anything bad about him or his mom and sister made the bronzerider even cooler in his eyes.
Not risking words as he was worried he'd stumble over the gratitude or burst into tears, Quinvalis nodded his understanding with a small smile and slipped the necklace on. Once it was resting high on his chest, almost in line with his heart, a larger smile showed as he looked down at it, liking the view. After a few moments of admiring it, however, Quinvalis tucked it under his shirt, murmuring something about not wanting it to get dirty or fall off. It'd be safe under his shirt and he liked the new sensation of it hanging on his neck and resting directly against his skin. He'd never take the necklace off, fully believing it to be a part of his mother's heart with the warmth and comfort it brought him.
As he turned to go pack -- he had told R'nya he wanted to head out as soon as possible since his excitement wouldn't let him rest in his own bed after knowing he'd been Searched and was a step closer to bonding to a dragon of his own -- Quilriana's words finally hit him. His mom was proud of him. She likely didn't know how much that meant to him. She had always been there for him, especially after his dad died, and he wanted to work just as hard as she had for him and prove it wasn't wasted.
His smile stayed in place as he disappeared back inside the tavern to head to his tiny room and pack. His mother was proud and it was a wonderful feeling.
He was confused for a moment as to why it was now in his hands and one look at the tears threatening to spill from Quilriana's eyes made it clear what the intention was. However, before he could give it back and say he couldn't take such a treasure -- his grandma had died years before and they didn't have much in sentimental value of her -- his mother spoke and all protests died instantly.
She was proud of him and the future being Searched would give him and that tiny red gem was a piece of her heart that he was to take with him so she'd always be near. He was a man of thirteen years now and men didn't cry, especially not in front of their role model. A quick glance at R'nya showed the bronzerider still nearby but whether or not he was listening was hard to say. A flush stained Quinvalis' cheeks at realizing the older man likely heard everything and his reputation had probably just died before he even stepped a foot onto Fort Weyr soil. Then again, R'nya had been around them for years and he knew his mom well and how she was with her kids. The fact that R'nya never said anything bad about him or his mom and sister made the bronzerider even cooler in his eyes.
Not risking words as he was worried he'd stumble over the gratitude or burst into tears, Quinvalis nodded his understanding with a small smile and slipped the necklace on. Once it was resting high on his chest, almost in line with his heart, a larger smile showed as he looked down at it, liking the view. After a few moments of admiring it, however, Quinvalis tucked it under his shirt, murmuring something about not wanting it to get dirty or fall off. It'd be safe under his shirt and he liked the new sensation of it hanging on his neck and resting directly against his skin. He'd never take the necklace off, fully believing it to be a part of his mother's heart with the warmth and comfort it brought him.
As he turned to go pack -- he had told R'nya he wanted to head out as soon as possible since his excitement wouldn't let him rest in his own bed after knowing he'd been Searched and was a step closer to bonding to a dragon of his own -- Quilriana's words finally hit him. His mom was proud of him. She likely didn't know how much that meant to him. She had always been there for him, especially after his dad died, and he wanted to work just as hard as she had for him and prove it wasn't wasted.
His smile stayed in place as he disappeared back inside the tavern to head to his tiny room and pack. His mother was proud and it was a wonderful feeling.
