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31.Aug.19, 10:27 AM
“Soon,” Madiquel agreed, looking down at the little dragonet. Dragons didn’t get sick a whole lot, but they were known to get colds upon occasion, and with how tiny the three Hatchlings were, Madiquel hated to think how thoroughly even a small cold would screw with them. She doubted they’d live through it, like the young infants they’d learned about in classes, that got sick and died before they’d even began to live. She shuddered, the quiver tearing through her whole body, and she pressed into the warmth of A’tay unconsciously.
Madiquel blinked, and tilted her head to look up at A’tay again, brushing wisps of her hair off her face and blinking again. “Papa?” she asked, her face crumpling at A’tay’s words, though she managed not to burst into tears, green eyes swimming behind a sudden swarm of tears; Madiquel bit her bottom lip, hard, and nodded at A’tay’s words. She wanted – desperately – to believe him, but she just couldn’t. Madiquel could remember the early days, after her Papa’s precious bronze had died, and remembered how he’d reacted when he’d been told he would have to ride a dragon, ride a dragon between, to get to the Weyr when they all moved up to the North… And now she’d Impressed a dragonet that was barely hanging on to life. “Oh, Papa,” Madiquel choked, her voice a soft whisper of despair.
Her breath hitched when A’tay handed her the letter, but Madiquel was ashamed and confused by how little they had to do with their connection to her Papa, and how much it did have to do with the blonde bronzerider she was clinging to. Sniffling, she took the letter and stared at it watery, before handing it back to A’tay. “Read it to me?” She asked softly, breathing out slowly as a couple of tears fell. Even when she wasn’t emotional and exhausted, words troubled her and Madiquel knew in her current state she’d be even worse at reading than normal; never mind the fact that she could barely see straight!
“Thank you,” She said softly, as A’tay took the letter back and unfolded it. Leaning up carefully, one hand pressed to A’tay’s chest to balance herself, Madiquel pressed a soft kiss to his cheek; her eyes were closed, and the light press of her lips landed on the corner of his own, rather than the middle of his cheek where she normally placed them. Sighing softly again, Madiquel tucked her head under A’tay’s chin, resting her ear to his chest and listening to the soft sound of his breathing and his beating heart, the fingers of her right hand curled into a fist of his shirt; she was asleep before he’d really began to read the letter from her Papa, her breaths low, deep and even.
Finally, Zezeth’s voice was a low, gravelly rumble as she lifted her skeletal head and blinked at A’tay, watching him react to her being awake, and speaking, with a kind of knowing amusement. Due to her youth, her voice was less for A’tay and more in general, but the way she was staring at the bronzerider made it clear she was whispering to him, doing her best to not wake the girl that was finally sleeping. Zezeth had been worried her Madiquel would never sleep, and that just wasn’t good. Especially with how much Madiquel said Zezeth needed to sleep, to help her get strong and grow up big. Blinking thoughtfully at A’tay, Zezeth slowly lifted herself from Madiquel’s lap, pausing every time her rider-to-be mumbled in her sleep or twitched. As a result, it took almost half an hour for Zezeth to go from being awake, to being on the floor and stretching out her awkward, ungainly little green body.
The little dragon glanced once more at Madiquel, now curled up on A’tay’s lap, amused, and then trotted – her gait wobbly and awkward – over to the buckets that were kept in the room for her. One was filled with fresh water, which she drank from eagerly, and the other with small pieces of meat. Zezeth ate from that, too, until her rib-visible belly was bloated with food. Full, her thirst sated, Zezeth made her way back to the bed, and sat down at the edge of it, peering up at A’tay with that frank curiosity once more.
Dyoricath doesn’t like when people touch his rider. She said, her voice low again to avoid it either waking her rider, or being too easily overheard by others. Since she spoke in a low, husky register as a rule, she was less inclined to be overheard anyway. But there was no point in her blue brother hearing her gossiping about him! Zezeth had originally thought that Dyoricath knew something she didn’t, with the way he got upset when people got to close to his rider. But, as she frowned in her draconic way up at A’tay, with Madiquel so peacefully curled up on his lap, she wondered if perhaps Dyoricath wasn’t the one that didn’t know something she did.
Shifting her gaze from Madiquel’s peacefully sleeping face, Zezeth stood up again and shook herself out, wobbling when she upset her balance. Don’t wake her, she decided, nodding to herself. Moving back to the bed, Zezeth pulled herself up onto it, moving around much like a feline, until she was comfortably curled up regally at Madiquel’s pillow, her head resting on the soft surface and her head tilted so she could watch A’tay placidly, her expression thoughtful and curious.
Madiquel blinked, and tilted her head to look up at A’tay again, brushing wisps of her hair off her face and blinking again. “Papa?” she asked, her face crumpling at A’tay’s words, though she managed not to burst into tears, green eyes swimming behind a sudden swarm of tears; Madiquel bit her bottom lip, hard, and nodded at A’tay’s words. She wanted – desperately – to believe him, but she just couldn’t. Madiquel could remember the early days, after her Papa’s precious bronze had died, and remembered how he’d reacted when he’d been told he would have to ride a dragon, ride a dragon between, to get to the Weyr when they all moved up to the North… And now she’d Impressed a dragonet that was barely hanging on to life. “Oh, Papa,” Madiquel choked, her voice a soft whisper of despair.
Her breath hitched when A’tay handed her the letter, but Madiquel was ashamed and confused by how little they had to do with their connection to her Papa, and how much it did have to do with the blonde bronzerider she was clinging to. Sniffling, she took the letter and stared at it watery, before handing it back to A’tay. “Read it to me?” She asked softly, breathing out slowly as a couple of tears fell. Even when she wasn’t emotional and exhausted, words troubled her and Madiquel knew in her current state she’d be even worse at reading than normal; never mind the fact that she could barely see straight!
“Thank you,” She said softly, as A’tay took the letter back and unfolded it. Leaning up carefully, one hand pressed to A’tay’s chest to balance herself, Madiquel pressed a soft kiss to his cheek; her eyes were closed, and the light press of her lips landed on the corner of his own, rather than the middle of his cheek where she normally placed them. Sighing softly again, Madiquel tucked her head under A’tay’s chin, resting her ear to his chest and listening to the soft sound of his breathing and his beating heart, the fingers of her right hand curled into a fist of his shirt; she was asleep before he’d really began to read the letter from her Papa, her breaths low, deep and even.
Finally, Zezeth’s voice was a low, gravelly rumble as she lifted her skeletal head and blinked at A’tay, watching him react to her being awake, and speaking, with a kind of knowing amusement. Due to her youth, her voice was less for A’tay and more in general, but the way she was staring at the bronzerider made it clear she was whispering to him, doing her best to not wake the girl that was finally sleeping. Zezeth had been worried her Madiquel would never sleep, and that just wasn’t good. Especially with how much Madiquel said Zezeth needed to sleep, to help her get strong and grow up big. Blinking thoughtfully at A’tay, Zezeth slowly lifted herself from Madiquel’s lap, pausing every time her rider-to-be mumbled in her sleep or twitched. As a result, it took almost half an hour for Zezeth to go from being awake, to being on the floor and stretching out her awkward, ungainly little green body.
The little dragon glanced once more at Madiquel, now curled up on A’tay’s lap, amused, and then trotted – her gait wobbly and awkward – over to the buckets that were kept in the room for her. One was filled with fresh water, which she drank from eagerly, and the other with small pieces of meat. Zezeth ate from that, too, until her rib-visible belly was bloated with food. Full, her thirst sated, Zezeth made her way back to the bed, and sat down at the edge of it, peering up at A’tay with that frank curiosity once more.
Dyoricath doesn’t like when people touch his rider. She said, her voice low again to avoid it either waking her rider, or being too easily overheard by others. Since she spoke in a low, husky register as a rule, she was less inclined to be overheard anyway. But there was no point in her blue brother hearing her gossiping about him! Zezeth had originally thought that Dyoricath knew something she didn’t, with the way he got upset when people got to close to his rider. But, as she frowned in her draconic way up at A’tay, with Madiquel so peacefully curled up on his lap, she wondered if perhaps Dyoricath wasn’t the one that didn’t know something she did.
Shifting her gaze from Madiquel’s peacefully sleeping face, Zezeth stood up again and shook herself out, wobbling when she upset her balance. Don’t wake her, she decided, nodding to herself. Moving back to the bed, Zezeth pulled herself up onto it, moving around much like a feline, until she was comfortably curled up regally at Madiquel’s pillow, her head resting on the soft surface and her head tilted so she could watch A’tay placidly, her expression thoughtful and curious.
