06.Jan.20, 04:47 AM
Quinvalis’ emotions were a bit jumbled as he followed the crowd out of the Hatching area. For the most part, he liked this Touching but the thoughts of revenge on everyone lingered and he hated it. He was practically chanting that he was loved and that he loved, not hated, as he walked out and squinted up at the sun. It was a nice day out and maybe he’d volunteer to watch Rhaedalyn’s older girls that afternoon and play in the Bowl for a bit. That would help lift his mood.
Just like seeing a very familiar green dragon did. “Halomirth!” Quinvalis shouted her name happily and ran over to where she and F’drel lingered. He threw his arms around the dragon’s neck and clung tightly to her in his customary hug. She was one of the sweetest beings he’d ever know, dragon or human. She was kind, always listened, and offered gentle advice when it seemed he needed it, but mostly, they could just babble at each other about anything and he never felt judged.
Even F’drel didn’t intimidate him as much as the day at the Gather and he had warmed up to the greenrider. “Hi, F’drel,” he greeted the man, still clinging to Halomirth. He hadn’t quite gotten to the level of hugging F’drel as freely but the idea didn’t seem as far-fetched as it once did the more he got to know the man.
“I didn’t know you were coming today,” he finally released Halomirth and turned to address F’drel as it dawned on him that the timing probably just happened to line up with something else. He hadn’t told them about the Touching and hadn’t found the courage to ask them to come watch the Hatching yet either so it definitely was coincidence. “What crazy errand do they have you on today?”
Then he looked back at Halomirth, “or maybe you’re visiting your boyfriend Zeianth,” he teased with a little laugh. Halomirth saw every dragon has her boyfriend or at least a good friend but Quinvalis had been privy to some of her tales and she seemed to find Zeianth swoon-worthy more often than not.
Just like seeing a very familiar green dragon did. “Halomirth!” Quinvalis shouted her name happily and ran over to where she and F’drel lingered. He threw his arms around the dragon’s neck and clung tightly to her in his customary hug. She was one of the sweetest beings he’d ever know, dragon or human. She was kind, always listened, and offered gentle advice when it seemed he needed it, but mostly, they could just babble at each other about anything and he never felt judged.
Even F’drel didn’t intimidate him as much as the day at the Gather and he had warmed up to the greenrider. “Hi, F’drel,” he greeted the man, still clinging to Halomirth. He hadn’t quite gotten to the level of hugging F’drel as freely but the idea didn’t seem as far-fetched as it once did the more he got to know the man.
“I didn’t know you were coming today,” he finally released Halomirth and turned to address F’drel as it dawned on him that the timing probably just happened to line up with something else. He hadn’t told them about the Touching and hadn’t found the courage to ask them to come watch the Hatching yet either so it definitely was coincidence. “What crazy errand do they have you on today?”
Then he looked back at Halomirth, “or maybe you’re visiting your boyfriend Zeianth,” he teased with a little laugh. Halomirth saw every dragon has her boyfriend or at least a good friend but Quinvalis had been privy to some of her tales and she seemed to find Zeianth swoon-worthy more often than not.