04.Sep.13, 04:50 AM
Three turns... That seemed an awful long time to be away from people she liked. Quenym tried to imagine being away from the to her brats for that long. And tried... And failed. He couldn't imagine not missing them and the stuff they all did together. Sure he could make other lackeys - friends - but he sure would miss the ones the had now. The new ones wouldn't be the same.
Especially since he would never be able to get in contact with them. He tilted his head thoughtfully. Sure, contact was forbidden now... But they had dragons! Why couldn't they just go north again? It was definitely something to contemplate. Besides, north seemed an interesting place to visit. Maybe when he Impressed and his dragon got big enough, he would simply fly up there and see what the fuss was about. And find out about her family for her.
"They might," he conceded about them thinking she was dead, "But I'm sure they know something happened that wasn't normal. Maybe a few of them think that you were stolen away and kept. Unless you had a habit of disappearing out of nowhere." Quenym did. He knew that. It wouldn't be unreasonable to think of him lying dead from a wild wher somewhere someday.
"And you're right about that betweening and suffering! Bunch a those other northerners are a buncha dimglows. Don't get it. Think that dragons just want people who want them, or are stupid and don't understand that even rejecting a dragon that wants you... It's their other half. And I want that. No one else in the world may love you, but that dragon always will. You can't hate yourself. Not like that." He shook his head solemnly. It was something he believed with all his heart. And those who didn't understand missed out.
"So I'm glad that you are sticking it out. Because those dragonets need ya to be there." He nodded firmly. That was why he had decidedly to go onto the Sands... Well, when he had been Searched, at least. If he hadn't been considered worthy, his heart would have broken!
Quenym glanced around at the kitchen and frowned. He had made a decent mess, hadn't he? With a long-suffering sigh, the boy slid off the counter and made for the place he had put the pie together. "Don't want to pick up the bit that hit that rider yet. I got him, and I'm glad of it!" He declared. "Stupid bronzerrider."
Especially since he would never be able to get in contact with them. He tilted his head thoughtfully. Sure, contact was forbidden now... But they had dragons! Why couldn't they just go north again? It was definitely something to contemplate. Besides, north seemed an interesting place to visit. Maybe when he Impressed and his dragon got big enough, he would simply fly up there and see what the fuss was about. And find out about her family for her.
"They might," he conceded about them thinking she was dead, "But I'm sure they know something happened that wasn't normal. Maybe a few of them think that you were stolen away and kept. Unless you had a habit of disappearing out of nowhere." Quenym did. He knew that. It wouldn't be unreasonable to think of him lying dead from a wild wher somewhere someday.
"And you're right about that betweening and suffering! Bunch a those other northerners are a buncha dimglows. Don't get it. Think that dragons just want people who want them, or are stupid and don't understand that even rejecting a dragon that wants you... It's their other half. And I want that. No one else in the world may love you, but that dragon always will. You can't hate yourself. Not like that." He shook his head solemnly. It was something he believed with all his heart. And those who didn't understand missed out.
"So I'm glad that you are sticking it out. Because those dragonets need ya to be there." He nodded firmly. That was why he had decidedly to go onto the Sands... Well, when he had been Searched, at least. If he hadn't been considered worthy, his heart would have broken!
Quenym glanced around at the kitchen and frowned. He had made a decent mess, hadn't he? With a long-suffering sigh, the boy slid off the counter and made for the place he had put the pie together. "Don't want to pick up the bit that hit that rider yet. I got him, and I'm glad of it!" He declared. "Stupid bronzerrider."