27.Aug.19, 07:11 PM
B’kit had waited for a few weeks before sending a message to his father. He hadn’t meant to leave it quite so long, and he’d been working on the note when he thought of it between cycles of sleeping and eating and oiling, but that felt like excuses and he’d finally finished the damn thing and sent it.
Part of him still thought back to the Touching. To the doubts which had plagued him when he touched Erebuth’s shell. That he wouldn’t measure up after all. That impressing a sickly blue from a blue’s clutch would somehow diminish him in Sh’dar’s eyes.
But just like that day, he firmly pushed such thoughts away. He had a lifemate now who loved him. Who needed him. And neither of them would ever intentionally abandon the other.
He knew Sh’dar had been at the Hatching. He’d spotted him during the chaos of moving the dragonets, but hadn’t had time for anyone or anything beyond Erebuth. What did his father think of the spectacle, he wondered. Everything had been a blur of emotion and chaos- though thankfully it had been bloodless. He was honestly ashamed of knowing his father had seen how hysterical he had become toward the end.
Sh’dar had sent a reply back with Nutmeg to arrange a visit, and Kitt was anxiously cleaning while Erebuth napped and he waited. Hearing the backstroke of wings and the sound of a voice on the ledge, he supposed it was time. He left the door to the room ajar for Erebuth and went out to greet the pair.
“Welcome to Ista, Father. Good day, Adraith,” he added with a polite nod to the imposing bronze.
Part of him still thought back to the Touching. To the doubts which had plagued him when he touched Erebuth’s shell. That he wouldn’t measure up after all. That impressing a sickly blue from a blue’s clutch would somehow diminish him in Sh’dar’s eyes.
But just like that day, he firmly pushed such thoughts away. He had a lifemate now who loved him. Who needed him. And neither of them would ever intentionally abandon the other.
He knew Sh’dar had been at the Hatching. He’d spotted him during the chaos of moving the dragonets, but hadn’t had time for anyone or anything beyond Erebuth. What did his father think of the spectacle, he wondered. Everything had been a blur of emotion and chaos- though thankfully it had been bloodless. He was honestly ashamed of knowing his father had seen how hysterical he had become toward the end.
Sh’dar had sent a reply back with Nutmeg to arrange a visit, and Kitt was anxiously cleaning while Erebuth napped and he waited. Hearing the backstroke of wings and the sound of a voice on the ledge, he supposed it was time. He left the door to the room ajar for Erebuth and went out to greet the pair.
“Welcome to Ista, Father. Good day, Adraith,” he added with a polite nod to the imposing bronze.