09.Sep.19, 03:14 AM
Inhale through the nose.
Exhale through the mouth.
Inhale... Exhale... Inhale...
The words repeated in Jajojin's mind as he focused on the breathing technique the Healer told him would help calm him. What would have calmed him was punching the man in the mouth to get him to stop talking. But the medicine he was given to aid in sedating him somewhat also saved the man's teeth from departing his body early.
He moved slowly but steadily across the Sands to where the blue dragon waited for him. Of course Xyreith and any number of bronze dragons had been offered up to take him to Ista Weyr but Jajojin wasn't stupid enough to tempt fate and risk a meltdown on the trip or in front of his daughter. No, bronze wouldn't do. Brown was too close to bronze in most cases. Blue, it had to be blue. And while he didn't trust D'hys as much as R'nya did, Jajojin knew D'hys to be a capable dragonrider and up to the task of transporting a crazy man.
Of course this wasn't their first attempt to bring him to Ista but it was the first one that involved drugging him to help keep him calmer and hopefully leave his mind focused enough on the task that it wouldn't break again. He was determined this time as well. He had to see his baby girl. He had to let her know he loved her and see for himself that she was fine.
He glared at R'nya as he approached the small group. It was all that man's fault! If he hadn't taken Madiquel to the Hatching, she would still be doing what she actually wanted! She didn't want to be a dragonrider and Jajojin knew that was partly his fault thanks to what he had become. His fists clenched, wanting to strike R'nya but Jajojin focused on his breathing with an image of Madiquel in his mind. He had to see her. It had already been a week and he was about to swim himself to Ista if he had to in order to get to her.
D'hys was smart enough not to offer assistance in getting up the large blue which earned him a bit more respect. He was about to close his eyes and let memory and reflex take over but knew that would be a trap and Denath would be there instead of Zeianth. Inhale, exhale, inhale, left foot, right foot, grab here...
Once he was up and seemed to be staying, D'hys took that opportunity to announce their departure and Zeianth took off before any protests could happen. He warned when they were about to make the jump and once the cold blast of between hit him, Jajojin knew how easy it would be to just let go and pitch himself to the side, leaving the pain behind and reunite with--
The shock of the Istan heat knocked sense back into Jajojin as he blinked and looked around at a Weyr he hadn't seen since the time before the plague. Telgar had been his home then but he'd come regularly to Ista to visit friends or lounge on the beach while Denath played in the ocean or sunned on a rock. Jajojin sucked in a deep breath as the memories tried to overtake him, inviting him back to those happier days. He needed to focus! Madiquel was here, in the present, and she needed him.
Zeianth landed in the Bowl and Jajojin wasted no time in getting back on the ground. The trip hadn't been so bad but he needed to be on the ground again. Flying unsettled him and he needed a moment to right himself again on the flat and unmoving surface.
Jajojin took two of his bags from D'hys, letting the bluerider carry the other two. He had packed a lot since he planned on staying a bit but also wanted to bring Madiquel more of her own items. Since the bluerider knew where he would be staying, it made sense for him to help with the load.
He was told Madiquel would be informed of his arrival and she'd be free to come see him any point after that. Everyone knew of his condition and knew better than to have him near a class--even if only three--of loud dragonets. It was also why he was down the hall from where the class was apparently staying. Kept him as close to his daughter as was reasonable without disturbing anyone.
"This is more than I need," he muttered as they entered what seemed to be a weyr that was likely for a brown or a large blue given the size of the layout. They had temporarily walled off the entrance to the dragon's ledge with a tapestry and couch put there--like that would stop him if he really wanted to torture himself and spend time where a dragon once lived--but it was appreciated. He had only requested a bed, table, and chair. He didn't need more than that but he supposed he should have specified he didn't need more than a small room to call his own as he looked around the weyr again.
"My thanks to you and Zeianth for your patience in getting me here." He managed to say as they set the bags down on a table. He wasn't a barbarian and did have manners, but sometimes they were hard to get out, especially when they showed weakness. Speaking of weaknesses, Madiquel was his biggest one and he needed to see her.
"Can you make sure she knows I'm here before you leave?"
Exhale through the mouth.
Inhale... Exhale... Inhale...
The words repeated in Jajojin's mind as he focused on the breathing technique the Healer told him would help calm him. What would have calmed him was punching the man in the mouth to get him to stop talking. But the medicine he was given to aid in sedating him somewhat also saved the man's teeth from departing his body early.
He moved slowly but steadily across the Sands to where the blue dragon waited for him. Of course Xyreith and any number of bronze dragons had been offered up to take him to Ista Weyr but Jajojin wasn't stupid enough to tempt fate and risk a meltdown on the trip or in front of his daughter. No, bronze wouldn't do. Brown was too close to bronze in most cases. Blue, it had to be blue. And while he didn't trust D'hys as much as R'nya did, Jajojin knew D'hys to be a capable dragonrider and up to the task of transporting a crazy man.
Of course this wasn't their first attempt to bring him to Ista but it was the first one that involved drugging him to help keep him calmer and hopefully leave his mind focused enough on the task that it wouldn't break again. He was determined this time as well. He had to see his baby girl. He had to let her know he loved her and see for himself that she was fine.
He glared at R'nya as he approached the small group. It was all that man's fault! If he hadn't taken Madiquel to the Hatching, she would still be doing what she actually wanted! She didn't want to be a dragonrider and Jajojin knew that was partly his fault thanks to what he had become. His fists clenched, wanting to strike R'nya but Jajojin focused on his breathing with an image of Madiquel in his mind. He had to see her. It had already been a week and he was about to swim himself to Ista if he had to in order to get to her.
D'hys was smart enough not to offer assistance in getting up the large blue which earned him a bit more respect. He was about to close his eyes and let memory and reflex take over but knew that would be a trap and Denath would be there instead of Zeianth. Inhale, exhale, inhale, left foot, right foot, grab here...
Once he was up and seemed to be staying, D'hys took that opportunity to announce their departure and Zeianth took off before any protests could happen. He warned when they were about to make the jump and once the cold blast of between hit him, Jajojin knew how easy it would be to just let go and pitch himself to the side, leaving the pain behind and reunite with--
The shock of the Istan heat knocked sense back into Jajojin as he blinked and looked around at a Weyr he hadn't seen since the time before the plague. Telgar had been his home then but he'd come regularly to Ista to visit friends or lounge on the beach while Denath played in the ocean or sunned on a rock. Jajojin sucked in a deep breath as the memories tried to overtake him, inviting him back to those happier days. He needed to focus! Madiquel was here, in the present, and she needed him.
Zeianth landed in the Bowl and Jajojin wasted no time in getting back on the ground. The trip hadn't been so bad but he needed to be on the ground again. Flying unsettled him and he needed a moment to right himself again on the flat and unmoving surface.
Jajojin took two of his bags from D'hys, letting the bluerider carry the other two. He had packed a lot since he planned on staying a bit but also wanted to bring Madiquel more of her own items. Since the bluerider knew where he would be staying, it made sense for him to help with the load.
He was told Madiquel would be informed of his arrival and she'd be free to come see him any point after that. Everyone knew of his condition and knew better than to have him near a class--even if only three--of loud dragonets. It was also why he was down the hall from where the class was apparently staying. Kept him as close to his daughter as was reasonable without disturbing anyone.
"This is more than I need," he muttered as they entered what seemed to be a weyr that was likely for a brown or a large blue given the size of the layout. They had temporarily walled off the entrance to the dragon's ledge with a tapestry and couch put there--like that would stop him if he really wanted to torture himself and spend time where a dragon once lived--but it was appreciated. He had only requested a bed, table, and chair. He didn't need more than that but he supposed he should have specified he didn't need more than a small room to call his own as he looked around the weyr again.
"My thanks to you and Zeianth for your patience in getting me here." He managed to say as they set the bags down on a table. He wasn't a barbarian and did have manners, but sometimes they were hard to get out, especially when they showed weakness. Speaking of weaknesses, Madiquel was his biggest one and he needed to see her.
"Can you make sure she knows I'm here before you leave?"