22.Apr.19, 04:10 AM
A'tay was focusing on keeping his stomach contents right where they were, using almost as much willpower on that action as he had on his dragon. He was already embarrassed and wanted to find a hole to hide or die in --he hadn't quite decided what level of trauma the day was at yet-- so he certainly didn't want to be sick, even in the bin that was now in his possession and being hugged to his chest like a cherished childhood doll. The pillow looked inviting and he almost curled back up on the floor with his head comfortably nestled on what looked to be delightfully soft but that would require losing his new friend the trash bin. So he stayed upright and slowly scooted his way backwards until his back found the wall and he slumped against it.
Water didn't sound like a bad idea but what if F'drel didn't have any and went off to fetch another pitcher? And using a cup meant another dish to clean and F'drel had already helped him, he didn't need to clean up after him as well. So A'tay shook his head, declining the offer of water but did suddenly have an idea of what else could be done. "Can you tell Xyxyth I'm fine? I'm not sure he believes me and all of his emotions aren't helping my headache or stomach." Remorse, regret, fear, anxiety, and a few others he couldn't ascertain due to the stew of emotions roiled through him leaving his both nauseated and with his own emotions spiking.
I'm sorry! I'm trying, Xyxyth was doing his best to calm his emotions but A'tay wasn't feeling well and it was his fault! Flights always looked fun and he was excited to chase and A'tay seemed like he might be interested in what the humans got up to because of them but he had been wrong and doubt wasn't fun. What if he hurt A'tay again in a normal activity? He was certain they were destined for great things but maybe he had ruined it all because of a pretty little gold. He wanted to curl up with Halomirth but he didn't feel he deserved it, though he didn't move away and felt a little touch of comfort was okay.
"And thank you for... this. You could have ignored me or sent me on my way to be a proper bronzerider in a Flight. I..." he clutched his bin a bit tighter, truly using it as a comfort device instead of something on stand by in case he was sick. His voice was wavering a bit and A'tay knew he didn't have to explain a thing to F'drel if he didn't want to, but he kind of wanted to. He felt like a freak for running from a Flight and then grounding his dragon and he could only imagine what F'drel thought about him. No doubt he saw a pathetic teenager and a disgraceful dragonrider and his explanation likely wouldn't correct either image.
"Casa and my brother used to date and I like someone else even though she doesn't like me like that and I really should get over it. But this wasn't the way," he spoke a bit more rapidly but the confession had been made and A'tay leaned his head back against the wall and stared up at the ceiling, unable to look at F'drel in case he was disgusted, disappointed, or worse, showed pity.
Water didn't sound like a bad idea but what if F'drel didn't have any and went off to fetch another pitcher? And using a cup meant another dish to clean and F'drel had already helped him, he didn't need to clean up after him as well. So A'tay shook his head, declining the offer of water but did suddenly have an idea of what else could be done. "Can you tell Xyxyth I'm fine? I'm not sure he believes me and all of his emotions aren't helping my headache or stomach." Remorse, regret, fear, anxiety, and a few others he couldn't ascertain due to the stew of emotions roiled through him leaving his both nauseated and with his own emotions spiking.
I'm sorry! I'm trying, Xyxyth was doing his best to calm his emotions but A'tay wasn't feeling well and it was his fault! Flights always looked fun and he was excited to chase and A'tay seemed like he might be interested in what the humans got up to because of them but he had been wrong and doubt wasn't fun. What if he hurt A'tay again in a normal activity? He was certain they were destined for great things but maybe he had ruined it all because of a pretty little gold. He wanted to curl up with Halomirth but he didn't feel he deserved it, though he didn't move away and felt a little touch of comfort was okay.
"And thank you for... this. You could have ignored me or sent me on my way to be a proper bronzerider in a Flight. I..." he clutched his bin a bit tighter, truly using it as a comfort device instead of something on stand by in case he was sick. His voice was wavering a bit and A'tay knew he didn't have to explain a thing to F'drel if he didn't want to, but he kind of wanted to. He felt like a freak for running from a Flight and then grounding his dragon and he could only imagine what F'drel thought about him. No doubt he saw a pathetic teenager and a disgraceful dragonrider and his explanation likely wouldn't correct either image.
"Casa and my brother used to date and I like someone else even though she doesn't like me like that and I really should get over it. But this wasn't the way," he spoke a bit more rapidly but the confession had been made and A'tay leaned his head back against the wall and stared up at the ceiling, unable to look at F'drel in case he was disgusted, disappointed, or worse, showed pity.