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15.Jun.19, 03:31 AM
“I’m such a jerk!” Mylorah stared in horror at F’drel when she realised his statement likely meant he didn’t know who his father was or that he was in the same boat as her and never had any contact with him despite knowing. She almost wanted to smack his arm and blame him for barely speaking about his life pre-dragon but she refrained. She knew plenty of people who didn’t share such things and when they did, she understood why. Kordiavis didn’t know who his dad was and his childhood was rough thanks to his mother’s mind frame after losing her dragon. She did wonder what hid in F’drel’s past and she wanted to help him let it go or rage or whatever it was he wanted to do or even did do when no one was around and he needed the release.
“We don’t have to talk about my silly family woes. My family is messed up and I know it,” she waited until F’drel gave confirmation that he was still fine with helping her and she managed a small smile at his kindness. It also helped calm her down some more so she wasn’t a babbling brook of words and she took a moment to think about what was really bothering her. “It was mom and Korlin for a long time. Her new mate was pretty good with us, too, though of course he loved his own child with mom better. Then the landslide took mom and Lintian and Not-really-but-kinda-was dad left Korlin and me.” Speaking of things in the past that was avoided… she didn’t speak about the landslide night that much; not many did. She loved her baby brother and even six turns later, his birthday and death day still hurt. He was a bit younger than A’tay but Mylorah knew some of her fierce protection of the young bronzerider came from not being able to protect Lintian.
“Anyway,” she cleared her throat, willing herself to get off that memory trip and focus on the issue yet another brother brought on her. “I have two wonderful new brothers and a sister and I never felt I needed a dad after all that. But maybe I do? Maybe I’m just tired of avoiding him and missing all the happy moments the others can share together. Sometimes it sucks hearing about what I missed because I’m stubborn or whatever you want to call it.” She was a grown woman. It wasn’t like she was in need of parental guidance. She hadn’t needed it since the landslide.
“Is it wrong to want to belong after so long?” She stared at the ring still in her palm. R’nd had made the gesture, quietly welcoming her to the family if she wanted it. She kind of did but the conversations it would bring about terrified her. “I don’t even know how to be a daughter anymore. What if they don’t like me? What if R’nd has this amazing idea of who I am and… I’m just not it. Why do I even care, Fen? I hate Telrynd and Indamor for putting this on me.” She clenched a fist around the ring, more annoyed than angry at the bronzeriders—that she purposely used their given names for since they were acting like brats with the torment they were putting her through.
“I have half a mind to just go, flaunting who I am and how they are the ones who missed out by not knowing me sooner. I don’t need their validation. Never did,” except, she did kind of want it now. But it made her feel better to remember that she didn’t and forced herself to sit a bit straighter.
“We don’t have to talk about my silly family woes. My family is messed up and I know it,” she waited until F’drel gave confirmation that he was still fine with helping her and she managed a small smile at his kindness. It also helped calm her down some more so she wasn’t a babbling brook of words and she took a moment to think about what was really bothering her. “It was mom and Korlin for a long time. Her new mate was pretty good with us, too, though of course he loved his own child with mom better. Then the landslide took mom and Lintian and Not-really-but-kinda-was dad left Korlin and me.” Speaking of things in the past that was avoided… she didn’t speak about the landslide night that much; not many did. She loved her baby brother and even six turns later, his birthday and death day still hurt. He was a bit younger than A’tay but Mylorah knew some of her fierce protection of the young bronzerider came from not being able to protect Lintian.
“Anyway,” she cleared her throat, willing herself to get off that memory trip and focus on the issue yet another brother brought on her. “I have two wonderful new brothers and a sister and I never felt I needed a dad after all that. But maybe I do? Maybe I’m just tired of avoiding him and missing all the happy moments the others can share together. Sometimes it sucks hearing about what I missed because I’m stubborn or whatever you want to call it.” She was a grown woman. It wasn’t like she was in need of parental guidance. She hadn’t needed it since the landslide.
“Is it wrong to want to belong after so long?” She stared at the ring still in her palm. R’nd had made the gesture, quietly welcoming her to the family if she wanted it. She kind of did but the conversations it would bring about terrified her. “I don’t even know how to be a daughter anymore. What if they don’t like me? What if R’nd has this amazing idea of who I am and… I’m just not it. Why do I even care, Fen? I hate Telrynd and Indamor for putting this on me.” She clenched a fist around the ring, more annoyed than angry at the bronzeriders—that she purposely used their given names for since they were acting like brats with the torment they were putting her through.
“I have half a mind to just go, flaunting who I am and how they are the ones who missed out by not knowing me sooner. I don’t need their validation. Never did,” except, she did kind of want it now. But it made her feel better to remember that she didn’t and forced herself to sit a bit straighter.
