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22.Apr.21, 07:27 AM
M’quel’s momentary shyness faded as N’lis seemed to shut down entirely, and a small smile was quirking her lips up slightly, her smile kind of amused but also unsure. She didn’t consciously understand how she was the cause of N’lis’ internal meltdown, but she did find it rather adorable and she inched a bit closer as he looked everywhere but at her. M’quel was a confident girl; she’d been told she was beautiful enough by people she knew loved her (even if they were biased) that she believed it. It never occurred to her that the reason he wouldn’t look at her was because she was ugly – it was definitely because he was shy.
“Your scars?” she asked softly, her voice warm with affectionate amusement as she watched him twist away to stare off to one side. Sometimes he was a strange little Holder! She’d thought removing her dress would make him more comfortable, not less! All for one and one for all and all that nonsense. Well, it had made sense to her anyway. M’quel chewed on her bottom lip, half pouting under her soft smile. After a moment, she sighed deeply. “I’ve made you uncomfortable.” She stated, still watching N’lis avoid her. He’d always been a bit twitchy, she realised, as she looked back on their friendship, but never so bad as he was now. “I’m sorry.”
She was genuine in her apology – she truly hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable – and so made to fix the issue. Turning around, she stood up properly so she could wade across the pool over to where Dalsuth was playing with her nightdress. M’quel smiled at the young dragon, and gently reclaimed the material. Pulling it on, even though wearing it wet did nothing to hide what was under it, M’quel hauled herself out of the pool, and sat beside the dragon, pulling her legs up and crossing them, then leaning her elbows on her knees. She peered back at N’lis curiously.
“I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. And I’m sorry you feel like you have to hide your scars from me. I wouldn’t be mean about them.” He should know that, and she felt she was being redundant for saying it, but sometimes things had to be said to be made real. Maybe this was one of those things? Either way, it couldn’t hurt. “I still want a hug,” she stated, giving a wonky smile. “But I can wait until you have clothes on if that makes you feel better about it.” A considerate pause, and she picked at a finger nail for a moment before almost awkwardly asking, “would you like me to go?” She didn’t really want to go, she wanted to stay and talk even though he was trying to bathe, but now her anger had abated and her grief was wallowing on the outer edge of her thoughts, she was quite aware of his discomfort, even if she wasn’t aware of the reasoning behind all of it.
“Your scars?” she asked softly, her voice warm with affectionate amusement as she watched him twist away to stare off to one side. Sometimes he was a strange little Holder! She’d thought removing her dress would make him more comfortable, not less! All for one and one for all and all that nonsense. Well, it had made sense to her anyway. M’quel chewed on her bottom lip, half pouting under her soft smile. After a moment, she sighed deeply. “I’ve made you uncomfortable.” She stated, still watching N’lis avoid her. He’d always been a bit twitchy, she realised, as she looked back on their friendship, but never so bad as he was now. “I’m sorry.”
She was genuine in her apology – she truly hadn’t meant to make him uncomfortable – and so made to fix the issue. Turning around, she stood up properly so she could wade across the pool over to where Dalsuth was playing with her nightdress. M’quel smiled at the young dragon, and gently reclaimed the material. Pulling it on, even though wearing it wet did nothing to hide what was under it, M’quel hauled herself out of the pool, and sat beside the dragon, pulling her legs up and crossing them, then leaning her elbows on her knees. She peered back at N’lis curiously.
“I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. And I’m sorry you feel like you have to hide your scars from me. I wouldn’t be mean about them.” He should know that, and she felt she was being redundant for saying it, but sometimes things had to be said to be made real. Maybe this was one of those things? Either way, it couldn’t hurt. “I still want a hug,” she stated, giving a wonky smile. “But I can wait until you have clothes on if that makes you feel better about it.” A considerate pause, and she picked at a finger nail for a moment before almost awkwardly asking, “would you like me to go?” She didn’t really want to go, she wanted to stay and talk even though he was trying to bathe, but now her anger had abated and her grief was wallowing on the outer edge of her thoughts, she was quite aware of his discomfort, even if she wasn’t aware of the reasoning behind all of it.
