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21.Aug.19, 09:00 PM
Misharan - Sh’ran now, he kept forgetting - had not anticipated Weyrlinghood to be so deeply exhausting. Not that he was having a typical Weyrlinghood, so Sh’ran supposed he could be forgiven for not expecting it. It didn’t matter in any case, he wouldn’t want any dragon other than Dyoricath, so the reduced sleep and constant worry were absolutely worth it.
So far Dyoricath had spent most of his time sleeping, and if he wasn’t sleeping he was eating or getting his hide oiled (though sometimes he fell asleep while Misha was oiling him, so those two overlapped sometimes). His hide was already looking better, the color a bit healthier, though the Weyrlingmaster said it was still a good deal rougher than it should be. All three dragonets were still to skinny, though Kitt’s seemed to be filling out the fastest. After a meal their bellies were a stark contrast to the rest of their malnourished frames; it was a little grotesque looking, quite honestly, though Sh’ran didn’t mind because it meant Dyoricath had eaten well and was on his way to becoming a healthy little dragonet.
Which Dyoricath was going to be, obviously. He had so much personality and determination, and Misha knew he was going to fucking thrice. They just needed to get through a few setbacks in order to get there. Everyone else was so worried - he was too - but everytime Sh’ran made eye contact with Dyoricath he was reassured that his blue would get through it. Even if all the fear coming from everyone else was making him a little doubtful and paranoid too, though he did his best to shove it aside and not let it get in their way. Sh’ran had accidentally woken Dyo up a few times trying to make sure he was still breathing despite knowing perfectly well he was, surely he would have felt it if he wasn’t. Still, maintaining as much contact as possible with Dyoricath while the little guy slept provided some extra reassurance that never hurt.
All the dragonets tended to go from eating right to sleeping, as if being awake and digesting a meal took too much energy to do both at once. The early afternoon meal had ended and all the Weyrlings had retreated to their respective rooms for naptime. Or at least, the dragons did, and Misha hoped that Kitten and Madiquel were able to catch some sleep as well. He couldn’t, stuck in a weird impasse where he was both too tired to function and unable to wind down enough to actually fall asleep. They’d ended up with Sh’ran’s back against the wall with Dyoricath draped over his legs, tail wound proprietarily around one of his ankles, though it has loosened as he shifted in his sleep. With gentle hands Sh’ran stroked Dyoricath’s side, reassuring the sleeping blue that he was still there and simultaneously reassuring himself Dyoricath was still breathing.
Misha looked up from watching Dyo rest when he heard the door shut, blinking tiredly at the person who had entered the room. He was surprised to see it wasn’t a Healer. In fact, it was someone a lot better.
“Not sure. There’s a sleepy bluerider in here though. Close enough?” he teased. It was easy to tell he was tired from his voice, but his wide smile at seeing C’dhin was genuine. He hadn’t had any good chances to see his friends since Dyoricath hatched, and he missed them, even after only a few days. It didn’t register to him until that moment but Sh’ran was aching for a hug, or even just someone putting their hand on his shoulder or leaning against him. Just casual, physical contact. He got plenty of contact from Dyo, sure - the blue was in fact sprawled over him at least a quarter of the time - and while Sh’ran already loved Dyoricath with everything he had, his bonded was a dragon, not human, and there was something about human touch Misha craved, needed.
“C’mere?” he asked softly, reaching out for C’dhin with the hand that wasn’t currently petting a dragon. Just then, other than Dyo continuing to get stronger, a hug sounded like the best thing in the world. Even better than a full night’s sleep.
So far Dyoricath had spent most of his time sleeping, and if he wasn’t sleeping he was eating or getting his hide oiled (though sometimes he fell asleep while Misha was oiling him, so those two overlapped sometimes). His hide was already looking better, the color a bit healthier, though the Weyrlingmaster said it was still a good deal rougher than it should be. All three dragonets were still to skinny, though Kitt’s seemed to be filling out the fastest. After a meal their bellies were a stark contrast to the rest of their malnourished frames; it was a little grotesque looking, quite honestly, though Sh’ran didn’t mind because it meant Dyoricath had eaten well and was on his way to becoming a healthy little dragonet.
Which Dyoricath was going to be, obviously. He had so much personality and determination, and Misha knew he was going to fucking thrice. They just needed to get through a few setbacks in order to get there. Everyone else was so worried - he was too - but everytime Sh’ran made eye contact with Dyoricath he was reassured that his blue would get through it. Even if all the fear coming from everyone else was making him a little doubtful and paranoid too, though he did his best to shove it aside and not let it get in their way. Sh’ran had accidentally woken Dyo up a few times trying to make sure he was still breathing despite knowing perfectly well he was, surely he would have felt it if he wasn’t. Still, maintaining as much contact as possible with Dyoricath while the little guy slept provided some extra reassurance that never hurt.
All the dragonets tended to go from eating right to sleeping, as if being awake and digesting a meal took too much energy to do both at once. The early afternoon meal had ended and all the Weyrlings had retreated to their respective rooms for naptime. Or at least, the dragons did, and Misha hoped that Kitten and Madiquel were able to catch some sleep as well. He couldn’t, stuck in a weird impasse where he was both too tired to function and unable to wind down enough to actually fall asleep. They’d ended up with Sh’ran’s back against the wall with Dyoricath draped over his legs, tail wound proprietarily around one of his ankles, though it has loosened as he shifted in his sleep. With gentle hands Sh’ran stroked Dyoricath’s side, reassuring the sleeping blue that he was still there and simultaneously reassuring himself Dyoricath was still breathing.
Misha looked up from watching Dyo rest when he heard the door shut, blinking tiredly at the person who had entered the room. He was surprised to see it wasn’t a Healer. In fact, it was someone a lot better.
“Not sure. There’s a sleepy bluerider in here though. Close enough?” he teased. It was easy to tell he was tired from his voice, but his wide smile at seeing C’dhin was genuine. He hadn’t had any good chances to see his friends since Dyoricath hatched, and he missed them, even after only a few days. It didn’t register to him until that moment but Sh’ran was aching for a hug, or even just someone putting their hand on his shoulder or leaning against him. Just casual, physical contact. He got plenty of contact from Dyo, sure - the blue was in fact sprawled over him at least a quarter of the time - and while Sh’ran already loved Dyoricath with everything he had, his bonded was a dragon, not human, and there was something about human touch Misha craved, needed.
“C’mere?” he asked softly, reaching out for C’dhin with the hand that wasn’t currently petting a dragon. Just then, other than Dyo continuing to get stronger, a hug sounded like the best thing in the world. Even better than a full night’s sleep.
