23.Feb.21, 03:55 AM
“N’lis,” Madiquel repeated, trying the new name out on her tongue and finding she liked it, even if it was a little out of the box. She would have guessed his name would have still held the Q somewhere, but she liked the name his dragon had picked for him. It was kind of a bummer women didn’t carry honorifics anymore. Madiquel had no idea what hers would have been, and she felt Zezeth’s curiosity at the thought. Madiquel smiled brightly at N’lis, and reached out to grab one of his hands, squeezing it. “I’ll try to remember it!” she teased, grinning.
“Hello Dalsuth!” Madiquel added brightly, turning her attention on the little dragon but not letting go of N’lis’ hand for the moment. “That’s my Zezeth.” Madiquel said with proud affection. She was so happy with her dragon, who had managed not to hurt herself for the last six months at least, and seemed to have finished growing to be so much larger than her brothers. Of course, they’d learned early what the cost of that extra length was, and Madiquel was still afraid a strong wind would come along and break the dragon. She felt Zezeth’s mental snort of disgust at the idea. Her dragon was much too gutsy!
What kind of game? Zezeth asked Dalsuth curiously, surprising Madiquel with her words, but not the subject of her question. Zezeth loved being treated normally, and the little blue had certainly won himself a lot of brownie points by just jumping into wanting to play games. Zezeth inched a little closer on her belly, and chirped curiously. Madiquel laughed, shaking her head, and turned back to Quin—No, N’lis! – she reminded herself. “Guess what?” She said, squeezing his hand and beaming, answering her own question before he really had a chance to do more than hear it. “I’m moving back here!”
“Hello Dalsuth!” Madiquel added brightly, turning her attention on the little dragon but not letting go of N’lis’ hand for the moment. “That’s my Zezeth.” Madiquel said with proud affection. She was so happy with her dragon, who had managed not to hurt herself for the last six months at least, and seemed to have finished growing to be so much larger than her brothers. Of course, they’d learned early what the cost of that extra length was, and Madiquel was still afraid a strong wind would come along and break the dragon. She felt Zezeth’s mental snort of disgust at the idea. Her dragon was much too gutsy!
What kind of game? Zezeth asked Dalsuth curiously, surprising Madiquel with her words, but not the subject of her question. Zezeth loved being treated normally, and the little blue had certainly won himself a lot of brownie points by just jumping into wanting to play games. Zezeth inched a little closer on her belly, and chirped curiously. Madiquel laughed, shaking her head, and turned back to Quin—No, N’lis! – she reminded herself. “Guess what?” She said, squeezing his hand and beaming, answering her own question before he really had a chance to do more than hear it. “I’m moving back here!”