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30.Jan.21, 05:59 PM
He wasn’t hiding from the world.
Not really.
The world just didn’t need him front and centre.
Sometimes it probably didn’t need him at all.
Quinvalis removed his hand and turned sharply on his heel so he could walk swiftly away from that egg. He owed it to Malvayth to Touch more, to show her how proud he was of her babies as well but he couldn’t do it. He hated how easily the presence of the unborn dragonets could get into his mind and see so much so clearly. He’d just tell Malvayth that he already knew how wonderful her clutch was and that he wanted others to have a chance to meet as many as they could and know that as well.
He just didn’t want to be shown his flaws and how pathetic he was again. He also didn’t want to cry in front of everyone. Bad enough he had been injured multiple times in front of large crowds, including falling into unconsciousness and leaving quite a few people convinced he was dead. What he told Zarel seemed to be true—he did die that day or maybe even years before.
Maybe that was why some people and apparently unborn dragons seemed to think he was a kid. He would turn nineteen in twelve days but Quinvalis doubted many would guess that as his age with how young he looked and how he shied away from interacting with people his age or older. He was frozen in time and unable to find his place. But he wasn’t lonely and he had friends. More or less.
Knowing he wouldn’t be allowed to simply leave yet, Quinvalis moved over to the stands to wait for everyone else to finish. He wished he could leave because he knew at least two people out there would want to check up on him if they saw him sitting to the side. Maybe if he sprawled across the bench they wouldn’t notice him? The eggs were far more interesting so Quinvalis just sat as he was and decided to people-watch instead. Maybe he could guess if they had a good or bad reaction.
Not really.
The world just didn’t need him front and centre.
Sometimes it probably didn’t need him at all.
Quinvalis removed his hand and turned sharply on his heel so he could walk swiftly away from that egg. He owed it to Malvayth to Touch more, to show her how proud he was of her babies as well but he couldn’t do it. He hated how easily the presence of the unborn dragonets could get into his mind and see so much so clearly. He’d just tell Malvayth that he already knew how wonderful her clutch was and that he wanted others to have a chance to meet as many as they could and know that as well.
He just didn’t want to be shown his flaws and how pathetic he was again. He also didn’t want to cry in front of everyone. Bad enough he had been injured multiple times in front of large crowds, including falling into unconsciousness and leaving quite a few people convinced he was dead. What he told Zarel seemed to be true—he did die that day or maybe even years before.
Maybe that was why some people and apparently unborn dragons seemed to think he was a kid. He would turn nineteen in twelve days but Quinvalis doubted many would guess that as his age with how young he looked and how he shied away from interacting with people his age or older. He was frozen in time and unable to find his place. But he wasn’t lonely and he had friends. More or less.
Knowing he wouldn’t be allowed to simply leave yet, Quinvalis moved over to the stands to wait for everyone else to finish. He wished he could leave because he knew at least two people out there would want to check up on him if they saw him sitting to the side. Maybe if he sprawled across the bench they wouldn’t notice him? The eggs were far more interesting so Quinvalis just sat as he was and decided to people-watch instead. Maybe he could guess if they had a good or bad reaction.
