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03.Jul.22, 01:31 PM
For a moment Geric was sure that Qu'va's silence meant that he hated him, since normally so many people would be trying to reassure him, which was always awkward and sometimes even made him feel like he would just end up disappointing them by proving their reassurances wrong. But the look on the bluerider's face had much more understanding than he'd expected. So Geric just gave a small subtle nod to himself as he closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing again.
Even if Qu'va had never met a nervous and panicky dragon personally, it was nice to think that he didn't find the idea absurd. That such a noble looking creature that could fly and also move from one place then to another in the blink of an eye might also have an occasional moment of panic or overwhelming nerves was... well not quite soothing, but at least less lonely. He hoped such dragons had good and supportive riders to help them through those moments, and since from everything he'd heard it was the dragons who picked, it made sense that they would have such a person.
The voice in his head made him jump though, the soft tenor startling him with its appearance despite the soothing tone that accompanied it. Geric looked around and realized it had to be Dalsuth, and he stared at the dragon for a moment in wonder. "He has.... a really nice voice. I wonder if he can sing." He wasn't sure how to talk to a dragon, or even what to say really. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about what had happened, how he'd messed everything up, he wasn't sure he could actually trust them, not when he was too worried to even talk to his brother about it. But curling up next to the dragon seemed... appealing. He hadn't really touched one before. The few times he'd needed to do anything in the field for the Hall had all been in the very near vicinity so getting a ride from a horse, much less a dragonrider, hadn't been needed.
A bit hesitantly he pushed himself up and walked over to the bright blue dragon, eyeing the bright splash of yellow on his chest. "I'm... I'm not sure I want to talk about all of it. But maybe some?" He glanced nervously over at Qu'va, making sure he didn't look too bothered before he sat down and leaned against Dalsuth. He hadn't thought it would be so warm and soft, and that only made him shift slightly to give the dragon a full blown hug as he let out a shaky sigh. "I did something really stupid, and then instead of trying to make it better I just... did more stupid things and made it worse because I got too nervous and panicked and didn't think anything through. And I've already got that and now I'm worried that Quil might finally let my brother kick me out so that they can have more room."
At least he caught himself before saying much more than that. It wasn't his news to give, and he didn't want to take that away from the woman if she hadn't yet told Qu'va yet. "Anyway, I'm still not sure what I want to do or even have happen and every time I try to think about it I just get nervous and make myself panic more. And now I'm just making a visit awkward." But at least hugging Dalsuth was nice, and despite having said everything he had he didn't feel any worse for it.
Even if Qu'va had never met a nervous and panicky dragon personally, it was nice to think that he didn't find the idea absurd. That such a noble looking creature that could fly and also move from one place then to another in the blink of an eye might also have an occasional moment of panic or overwhelming nerves was... well not quite soothing, but at least less lonely. He hoped such dragons had good and supportive riders to help them through those moments, and since from everything he'd heard it was the dragons who picked, it made sense that they would have such a person.
The voice in his head made him jump though, the soft tenor startling him with its appearance despite the soothing tone that accompanied it. Geric looked around and realized it had to be Dalsuth, and he stared at the dragon for a moment in wonder. "He has.... a really nice voice. I wonder if he can sing." He wasn't sure how to talk to a dragon, or even what to say really. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about what had happened, how he'd messed everything up, he wasn't sure he could actually trust them, not when he was too worried to even talk to his brother about it. But curling up next to the dragon seemed... appealing. He hadn't really touched one before. The few times he'd needed to do anything in the field for the Hall had all been in the very near vicinity so getting a ride from a horse, much less a dragonrider, hadn't been needed.
A bit hesitantly he pushed himself up and walked over to the bright blue dragon, eyeing the bright splash of yellow on his chest. "I'm... I'm not sure I want to talk about all of it. But maybe some?" He glanced nervously over at Qu'va, making sure he didn't look too bothered before he sat down and leaned against Dalsuth. He hadn't thought it would be so warm and soft, and that only made him shift slightly to give the dragon a full blown hug as he let out a shaky sigh. "I did something really stupid, and then instead of trying to make it better I just... did more stupid things and made it worse because I got too nervous and panicked and didn't think anything through. And I've already got that and now I'm worried that Quil might finally let my brother kick me out so that they can have more room."
At least he caught himself before saying much more than that. It wasn't his news to give, and he didn't want to take that away from the woman if she hadn't yet told Qu'va yet. "Anyway, I'm still not sure what I want to do or even have happen and every time I try to think about it I just get nervous and make myself panic more. And now I'm just making a visit awkward." But at least hugging Dalsuth was nice, and despite having said everything he had he didn't feel any worse for it.
