20.Aug.17, 06:39 PM
Ten years old, and out of her league, Madiquel gently put the bowl of soup down beside her father’s cot, freeing her hands to wring for a moment as her father finally looked up at her. His statement had her nibbling on her bottom lip anxiously, but she took a deep breath and straightened her spine, frowning down at her father for a few moments before finally speaking, her voice low though not timid.
“No you didn’t,” she stated gently, kneeling by the bowl of soup so that she was on eye level with her father, the fingers of her right hand fiddling anxiously with the bracelet she wore on her left wrist. “You haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.” She’d tried to get him to eat breakfast earlier, but he’d refused. She was used to him refusing to eat, but she was also determined that he did eat at least once a day. Releasing the bracelet, she picked up the bowl again and gave it a slight wiggle, as if to entice her father with the smell.
“Please, Papa, you need to eat.” She couldn’t imagine what he was going through – how could she? She had never been bonded to a dragon, never even had one of the little firelizards – but she knew she needed him, for she had no one else; her mother had died in the landslide that had taken away half her father’s soul. “Just a little?”
“No you didn’t,” she stated gently, kneeling by the bowl of soup so that she was on eye level with her father, the fingers of her right hand fiddling anxiously with the bracelet she wore on her left wrist. “You haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.” She’d tried to get him to eat breakfast earlier, but he’d refused. She was used to him refusing to eat, but she was also determined that he did eat at least once a day. Releasing the bracelet, she picked up the bowl again and gave it a slight wiggle, as if to entice her father with the smell.
“Please, Papa, you need to eat.” She couldn’t imagine what he was going through – how could she? She had never been bonded to a dragon, never even had one of the little firelizards – but she knew she needed him, for she had no one else; her mother had died in the landslide that had taken away half her father’s soul. “Just a little?”