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13.Aug.22, 06:26 AM
Mylorah’s face alternated between a frown of compassion and worry the more Pardrith spoke. It was so easy to forget that a lot of the people she knew from Candidacy were Searched and some only within the last few months. Despite the differences in lifestyles, so many seemed like they were adjusting just fine and that included her young friend beside her. Of course she had only seen him for a few weeks thanks to living in a different Weyr before they Impressed together so maybe she missed a lot and only saw what she wanted to see but she was learning more now.
“Oh, Chir,” she threw her arms around her friend to give a comforting hug. She didn’t worry about Amagrith since she had already learned that sometimes humans and even dragons needed such a touch to help feel better. Since Pardrith had shared all the fears, Mylorah didn’t worry about the little bronze either. “It’s okay to have worries and fears or be overwhelmed with all the new information and responsibilities.” She pulled away so she could get a clearer look at Ch’es again and offered him a small smile and confided, “I’m a little scared, too. What if I do something to hurt Amagrith? What if I fail at being a goldrider? And I’m sure more will come the further we go and start learning actual skills.”
Ch’es’ fear of having his dragon being taken away wasn’t really one she’d experienced after the initial shock and belief that someone had to be playing a prank on her but she understood the fear all the same. She was a child of R’nd, after all, and one of the gifts of his bloodline that could be inherited was the fear of everyone leaving. Losing her mother and little brother in the landslide and then their stepdad refusing to continue raising her and K’dar was the start of her fear. If she really wanted to analyse her relationships and how scary only loving one person and only being with one person was, then she’d probably link it back to the idea they would leave her as well. But she had also inherited R’nd’s ability to ignore obvious truths and Mylorah was happier for it.
“Only death can separate the two of you now and I know that won’t happen for a very long time. You both already have such a deep bond and understanding of each other. You’ll take care of one another but you’ll also have friends like me or Sironar or Cazan to help you when you need an extra hand or a lap to rest on.” Her smile grew, showing her confidence in Ch’es and the belief that they’d both make it through the next year, even if they had scary moments or hard spots to get through.
With a pat to his knee, Mylorah slipped down from the rock and Amagrith waddled over to rub her head against a bare leg. She hadn’t bothered to change out of her sleepwear of a tank top and shorts so she was certain she was making quite the fashion statement with the added boots and rumpled hair. “But we better get back before we’re noticed gone. Or, more likely, more people notice that we’re gone.” She pointed up to where the watch dragons were always located day and night and that one of their guardian dragons had probably been watching them as well. She gave Amagrith a pat on the head with one hand and offered the other to Ch’es so they could walk back together.
“Oh, and,” she started softly almost afraid to give voice to it after all, “the chest pain and dizziness? It’s not poison. It’s love. Loving someone, including your dragon, so much that the fear of losing them hurts. But just focus on the love part and that they love you back. It’s what I’m trying to do.”
“Oh, Chir,” she threw her arms around her friend to give a comforting hug. She didn’t worry about Amagrith since she had already learned that sometimes humans and even dragons needed such a touch to help feel better. Since Pardrith had shared all the fears, Mylorah didn’t worry about the little bronze either. “It’s okay to have worries and fears or be overwhelmed with all the new information and responsibilities.” She pulled away so she could get a clearer look at Ch’es again and offered him a small smile and confided, “I’m a little scared, too. What if I do something to hurt Amagrith? What if I fail at being a goldrider? And I’m sure more will come the further we go and start learning actual skills.”
Ch’es’ fear of having his dragon being taken away wasn’t really one she’d experienced after the initial shock and belief that someone had to be playing a prank on her but she understood the fear all the same. She was a child of R’nd, after all, and one of the gifts of his bloodline that could be inherited was the fear of everyone leaving. Losing her mother and little brother in the landslide and then their stepdad refusing to continue raising her and K’dar was the start of her fear. If she really wanted to analyse her relationships and how scary only loving one person and only being with one person was, then she’d probably link it back to the idea they would leave her as well. But she had also inherited R’nd’s ability to ignore obvious truths and Mylorah was happier for it.
“Only death can separate the two of you now and I know that won’t happen for a very long time. You both already have such a deep bond and understanding of each other. You’ll take care of one another but you’ll also have friends like me or Sironar or Cazan to help you when you need an extra hand or a lap to rest on.” Her smile grew, showing her confidence in Ch’es and the belief that they’d both make it through the next year, even if they had scary moments or hard spots to get through.
With a pat to his knee, Mylorah slipped down from the rock and Amagrith waddled over to rub her head against a bare leg. She hadn’t bothered to change out of her sleepwear of a tank top and shorts so she was certain she was making quite the fashion statement with the added boots and rumpled hair. “But we better get back before we’re noticed gone. Or, more likely, more people notice that we’re gone.” She pointed up to where the watch dragons were always located day and night and that one of their guardian dragons had probably been watching them as well. She gave Amagrith a pat on the head with one hand and offered the other to Ch’es so they could walk back together.
“Oh, and,” she started softly almost afraid to give voice to it after all, “the chest pain and dizziness? It’s not poison. It’s love. Loving someone, including your dragon, so much that the fear of losing them hurts. But just focus on the love part and that they love you back. It’s what I’m trying to do.”
