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08.Aug.22, 10:19 PM
All things considered, Z’kel thought he was handling the last day and a half or so fairly well. And sure, he was mostly avoiding thinking about just about everything other than ‘feed dragon—oil dragon—sleep,’ but considering how all consuming those things were with a baby dragon, at least it definitely wasn’t just him who wasn’t thinking about much else. It meant he could pretend it was just that he was busy with Seravath, and not that he was actively ignoring all the things about how his life had changed that kind of terrified him.
At least the class people had the good sense to insist on waiting a few days before bringing any of his family out to Telgar to see him. Z’kel knew they’d been informed; T’ryn had told them, and the bronzerider was kind enough to only pass on the message that he’d spoken to them and not how any of them reacted. Good man, T’ryn. Z’kel owed him at least 3 nice bottles of wine or something equally appreciative. When he was able to acquire such things, anyway.
That made him start thinking about whether or not he still had any marks to his name, and that was stressful, so Z’kel tried to stop that line of thought immediately. Seravath, sensing this, decided to help by whacking his shin with her tail and demanding more food.
“Oof, all right, let’s go,” he said to her, wincing as he stood up from the bench and went to grab her another bucket of whatever they’d chopped up for the babies. Z’kel considered for a moment and grabbed some more food for himself, some bread and sausage.
They were headed back to their previous seat, but on the way Z’kel happened to see a familiar face who hadn’t been seated there a minute before. Z’kel had wondered who the little green Seravath had boosted into the Stands had chosen, but he’d been rather distracted at the time. Since then he’d learned she’d Impressed Cazan’s twin, Cazelarias (or whatever he was to be called now). They’d briefly interacted a few times before the Hatching, but had never really spoken to each other much. If Z’kel thought about it, they were kind of indirectly family. He was with Mylo whose brother was with Cazelarias’ sister. Or something like that.
Cazelarias was now sitting alone, and looking rather disgruntled. Z’kel figured he ought to say hi at some point, and there was no time like the present so he brought his food and Seravath’s over to Cazelarias and his green.
“Hey,” Z’kel said, and Seravath chirped a greeting to her sister before diving into her own food. “I figure we Lordlings ought to be friends, since we’re in this whole weird situation together.” He gestured at their two dragons, Seravath looking positively subtle next to her bright sister. Z’kel didn’t quite say ‘maybe we can help each other cope with all the major life changes,’ but he was thinking it.
At least the class people had the good sense to insist on waiting a few days before bringing any of his family out to Telgar to see him. Z’kel knew they’d been informed; T’ryn had told them, and the bronzerider was kind enough to only pass on the message that he’d spoken to them and not how any of them reacted. Good man, T’ryn. Z’kel owed him at least 3 nice bottles of wine or something equally appreciative. When he was able to acquire such things, anyway.
That made him start thinking about whether or not he still had any marks to his name, and that was stressful, so Z’kel tried to stop that line of thought immediately. Seravath, sensing this, decided to help by whacking his shin with her tail and demanding more food.
“Oof, all right, let’s go,” he said to her, wincing as he stood up from the bench and went to grab her another bucket of whatever they’d chopped up for the babies. Z’kel considered for a moment and grabbed some more food for himself, some bread and sausage.
They were headed back to their previous seat, but on the way Z’kel happened to see a familiar face who hadn’t been seated there a minute before. Z’kel had wondered who the little green Seravath had boosted into the Stands had chosen, but he’d been rather distracted at the time. Since then he’d learned she’d Impressed Cazan’s twin, Cazelarias (or whatever he was to be called now). They’d briefly interacted a few times before the Hatching, but had never really spoken to each other much. If Z’kel thought about it, they were kind of indirectly family. He was with Mylo whose brother was with Cazelarias’ sister. Or something like that.
Cazelarias was now sitting alone, and looking rather disgruntled. Z’kel figured he ought to say hi at some point, and there was no time like the present so he brought his food and Seravath’s over to Cazelarias and his green.
“Hey,” Z’kel said, and Seravath chirped a greeting to her sister before diving into her own food. “I figure we Lordlings ought to be friends, since we’re in this whole weird situation together.” He gestured at their two dragons, Seravath looking positively subtle next to her bright sister. Z’kel didn’t quite say ‘maybe we can help each other cope with all the major life changes,’ but he was thinking it.
