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08.Nov.13, 09:53 AM
Rhaedalyn stumbled through the forest after Z’ia, tears starting to fall down her cheeks as the dread over what she had done and the affects it had caused sank in. She had attacked the bluerider she was so fond of and it had hurt him enough that it upset Aveleth. She never meant to hurt or scare either of them! Aveleth was possibly the gentlest soul she had ever met and the implications of what his terror could mean terrified the young woman to the point where she was holding her breath to keep from blubbering and hiccupping from how upset she was.
It didn’t matter how sweet Z’ia was as he hugged and comforted his dear dragon or how much relief flooded through her as Aveleth seemed to calm down and pose no risk of vanishing forever on them, Rhaedalyn was still afraid of what was about to come. She was going to get yelled at, maybe even smacked around for what she had done. Any type of abuse on a dragon was a horrible crime and the rider had a right to defend the typically passive beasts. When Z’ia finally took a step towards her, Rhaedalyn instinctively took a step back. The next two steps saw her repeat the motion, cheeks wet with tears and lower lip trembling still as she held back the wailing cries.
She stared at the hand held out to her, desperately wanting to grab it but she was still afraid of what it might do to her. It had already dragged her back to the clearing and surely it could level a solid smack to her cheek as well. It was obvious Aveleth would always be number one in Z’ia’s heart and while Rhaedalyn respected that and even understood it on some level thanks to her bond with Aradissicath, she also believed there was always room in the heart for a mate. She wasn’t sure if Z’ia felt the same since she suspected Aveleth would always come first and if she slipped up and hurt him or startled him again, it’d be all over for her. It was such a horrible idea that the trembling lip turned into her entire body beginning to tremble.
In the end, however, she went with her heart and slowly shuffled forward again and placed her hand in Z’ia’s. “I’m sorry, Z’ia. I’m sorry, Aveleth.” The words were no more than a whisper but filled with all the sincerity Rhaedalyn was filled with. She felt horrible for what she had done, so much so that she didn’t notice the way Aradissicath had remained surprisingly quiet the entire time or the way the gold dragon carefully watched everyone. She wasn’t happy with the blue pair again and wanted nothing more than to sit on them both for making her dear girl cry. There was also the desire to yell at Aveleth to learn the difference between passing pain and something far more severe. Really, did he have to cause such a fuss over what wouldn’t even be a bruise?
It didn’t matter how sweet Z’ia was as he hugged and comforted his dear dragon or how much relief flooded through her as Aveleth seemed to calm down and pose no risk of vanishing forever on them, Rhaedalyn was still afraid of what was about to come. She was going to get yelled at, maybe even smacked around for what she had done. Any type of abuse on a dragon was a horrible crime and the rider had a right to defend the typically passive beasts. When Z’ia finally took a step towards her, Rhaedalyn instinctively took a step back. The next two steps saw her repeat the motion, cheeks wet with tears and lower lip trembling still as she held back the wailing cries.
She stared at the hand held out to her, desperately wanting to grab it but she was still afraid of what it might do to her. It had already dragged her back to the clearing and surely it could level a solid smack to her cheek as well. It was obvious Aveleth would always be number one in Z’ia’s heart and while Rhaedalyn respected that and even understood it on some level thanks to her bond with Aradissicath, she also believed there was always room in the heart for a mate. She wasn’t sure if Z’ia felt the same since she suspected Aveleth would always come first and if she slipped up and hurt him or startled him again, it’d be all over for her. It was such a horrible idea that the trembling lip turned into her entire body beginning to tremble.
In the end, however, she went with her heart and slowly shuffled forward again and placed her hand in Z’ia’s. “I’m sorry, Z’ia. I’m sorry, Aveleth.” The words were no more than a whisper but filled with all the sincerity Rhaedalyn was filled with. She felt horrible for what she had done, so much so that she didn’t notice the way Aradissicath had remained surprisingly quiet the entire time or the way the gold dragon carefully watched everyone. She wasn’t happy with the blue pair again and wanted nothing more than to sit on them both for making her dear girl cry. There was also the desire to yell at Aveleth to learn the difference between passing pain and something far more severe. Really, did he have to cause such a fuss over what wouldn’t even be a bruise?
