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10.May.18, 07:47 AM
Xyliah clung to Jalazmar’s waist as they rode the dragon, the young woman trembling in terror from the cold depths of between, feeling like she’d never be warm again, even when they finally reappeared, the dragon winging in the sky above High Reaches Hold. Still clinging to Jalazmar, Xyliah peered around him and down the dizzying heights to the ground as it slowly rose towards them. She was glad she was never sought after by a dragon; the whole flying business was making her feel sick in the stomach! When the dragon finally landed, she let Jalazmar take care of unstrapping her – her own fingers were numb from the cold of between, even through her winter gloves, and she was still trembling.
He caught her as she made a less than graceful dismount, and she curled against him as he held her while the rest of the passengers seemed to melt off of the dragons and appear as solid beings on the ground around them. She felt Yanzi join them from the beast she’d ridden in on, but Xyliah didn’t look at her; instead, she focused on the man who was striding towards them, and gently untangled herself from Jalazmar so he could greet whom she assumed was his brother. Once again Jalazmar was referred to as ‘lamb’, and Xyliah made a note to herself to question him about the interesting nickname when she got the chance.
“My lord,” Xyliah responded to the greeting, dipping into a polite curtsy, one hand lifting her skirts slightly though the other hand had slipped into Jalazmar’s; it was the only outward sign of her discomfort around so many people she didn’t know. “Xyliah of High Hill Hold,” she doubted the man or his family had heard of her home, especially before Jalazmar found himself engaged to her. It was a Fort Hold subset, and while large, wasn’t prone to fostering. Her father had been rather strange like that, preferring to raise his own children and without the influence of other people’s. “My sincere condolences for your loss. I am saddened I will never get the chance to know your father.”
With her eyebrows furrowed together in a frown, Xyliah studied Azrin’s face. He didn’t look nearly old enough to be the second eldest, but Xyliah didn’t really feel she was the best person to judge others on ages and often thought people were older or younger than they actually were. Maybe they had been born in quick succession like her own siblings, and he was only a couple of Turns older.
He caught her as she made a less than graceful dismount, and she curled against him as he held her while the rest of the passengers seemed to melt off of the dragons and appear as solid beings on the ground around them. She felt Yanzi join them from the beast she’d ridden in on, but Xyliah didn’t look at her; instead, she focused on the man who was striding towards them, and gently untangled herself from Jalazmar so he could greet whom she assumed was his brother. Once again Jalazmar was referred to as ‘lamb’, and Xyliah made a note to herself to question him about the interesting nickname when she got the chance.
“My lord,” Xyliah responded to the greeting, dipping into a polite curtsy, one hand lifting her skirts slightly though the other hand had slipped into Jalazmar’s; it was the only outward sign of her discomfort around so many people she didn’t know. “Xyliah of High Hill Hold,” she doubted the man or his family had heard of her home, especially before Jalazmar found himself engaged to her. It was a Fort Hold subset, and while large, wasn’t prone to fostering. Her father had been rather strange like that, preferring to raise his own children and without the influence of other people’s. “My sincere condolences for your loss. I am saddened I will never get the chance to know your father.”
With her eyebrows furrowed together in a frown, Xyliah studied Azrin’s face. He didn’t look nearly old enough to be the second eldest, but Xyliah didn’t really feel she was the best person to judge others on ages and often thought people were older or younger than they actually were. Maybe they had been born in quick succession like her own siblings, and he was only a couple of Turns older.
