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18.Feb.21, 04:51 AM
With an exasperated growl, Taydarell pulled his tunic around himself, yanking his trousers up. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment and outrage, he glowered at the girl holding his firelizard. How dare she? How dare she Impress his firelizard? His bronze? He stood there seething for a moment, lip quivering and tears streaming angrily down his cheeks. He watched the pair for a moment, the flit now contentedly nuzzling the girl’s hand.
He choked back a sob. He’d been waiting for so long! He felt another sob building in his chest, and he hiccuped, trying to fight it back down. T’pel had helped him pick it up from the candidate master! What would he think? All of the hurt, frustration, shame, and anger finally showed itself as a small, whimpering wail. Low, sad, and completely uncontrollable, the sound escaped before he had any chance to try and stop it. Not like he cared now, though. She had a firelizard. She had a bronze. His bronze. For a fleeting moment, he thought that seeing her with it was far worse than it going feral, after all.
All of the upset made his stomach rumble once more, and, with one more mighty glare, he slammed the privy door shut, leaving him and his stomach to their own rumblings, away from Zarel and the little bronze.
After his insides had finally emptied themselves, and he’d had a chance to settle, he begrudgingly came back out into the main living area, hoping she’d be gone with her prize and he could sulk in peace. But no, she was still there, kneeling by the hearth now, the little flit curled, sound asleep, into the crook of her arm. Her eyes were puffy, and her face all blotchy. Had she been crying too? Good.
Without a word, he sat down, frowning at the pair. The little bronze did at least look happy. He was a pretty thing, too. The tears welled fresh in his eyes again. Pretty, and not his. He blinked the tears away furiously, determined not to let them show.
“Jasper.”
His voice was low and sounded like he’d gargled sand.
“Jasper is a good name.”
Eyes flashed with fury as another thought occurred to him. “And don’t you dare tell anyone how this happened! If you do, I’ll…” he balled his hands into fists, but it was an empty threat, he knew. He didn’t hit girls. Even if they stole his firelizard egg. And he was still too sad about the whole thing to fight about it. He just wanted to be alone now…
He choked back a sob. He’d been waiting for so long! He felt another sob building in his chest, and he hiccuped, trying to fight it back down. T’pel had helped him pick it up from the candidate master! What would he think? All of the hurt, frustration, shame, and anger finally showed itself as a small, whimpering wail. Low, sad, and completely uncontrollable, the sound escaped before he had any chance to try and stop it. Not like he cared now, though. She had a firelizard. She had a bronze. His bronze. For a fleeting moment, he thought that seeing her with it was far worse than it going feral, after all.
All of the upset made his stomach rumble once more, and, with one more mighty glare, he slammed the privy door shut, leaving him and his stomach to their own rumblings, away from Zarel and the little bronze.
After his insides had finally emptied themselves, and he’d had a chance to settle, he begrudgingly came back out into the main living area, hoping she’d be gone with her prize and he could sulk in peace. But no, she was still there, kneeling by the hearth now, the little flit curled, sound asleep, into the crook of her arm. Her eyes were puffy, and her face all blotchy. Had she been crying too? Good.
Without a word, he sat down, frowning at the pair. The little bronze did at least look happy. He was a pretty thing, too. The tears welled fresh in his eyes again. Pretty, and not his. He blinked the tears away furiously, determined not to let them show.
“Jasper.”
His voice was low and sounded like he’d gargled sand.
“Jasper is a good name.”
Eyes flashed with fury as another thought occurred to him. “And don’t you dare tell anyone how this happened! If you do, I’ll…” he balled his hands into fists, but it was an empty threat, he knew. He didn’t hit girls. Even if they stole his firelizard egg. And he was still too sad about the whole thing to fight about it. He just wanted to be alone now…
