18.Aug.19, 09:45 AM
Madiquel sniffled, and slowly pulled herself together. She felt a little better, having shared the weight of the biggest question on her shoulders with her friend, and his response was to support her, not condemn her, and that helped more than Madiquel could say or had known it would. Sighing deeply, Madiquel wiped her face, mostly with her own sleeve, since there was a teary wet spot in the middle of A’tay’s shirt from her meltdown. She didn’t move away, though, and instead curled in closer, shifting and carefully moving Zezeth’s head so the dragonet was still on her lap, but so Madiquel was comfortably plastered against A’tay’s side. “I’m so glad you’re here,” Madiquel said softly, and with great sincerity.
Looking up at A’tay’s question, Madiquel blinked blankly at him for several moments. Her lips parted, but no sound came out before she flushed crimson, ducking her head and curling up against A’tay so he couldn’t see her face. “Its Zezeth,” she said, quietly but clearly, still avoiding looking up at him. What a group they made! Xyxyth and Zezeth and TayTay and DiDi… Madiquel spluttered a soft giggle at the absurdity of it all, the sound turning into a hiccup part way through and she giggled again, at that, before dissolving into a ridiculous fit of soft laughter. Faranth, she needed about six turns of sleep, and knew she wouldn’t be getting any for far too long. Slowly, her giggles subsided, and she sighed again, puffing out the breath in exhaustion.
“We’ll have to rename Shadow and Clover,” Madiquel said at last, speaking before A’tay could after her revelation of her dragon’s name, and her giggling fit. “Maybe DoDo and CloClo?” She tilted her head up, resting her cheek against the curve of A’tay’s shoulder and grinning at him with an expression of exhausted amusement. Better, to think of renaming her firelizard to fit the theme (she was surprised they both didn’t barge in at their actual names) than to think about Zezeth’s precious grip on life, or her father’s likely demise into complete insanity, and the betrayal he must feel at her Impressing.
Looking up at A’tay’s question, Madiquel blinked blankly at him for several moments. Her lips parted, but no sound came out before she flushed crimson, ducking her head and curling up against A’tay so he couldn’t see her face. “Its Zezeth,” she said, quietly but clearly, still avoiding looking up at him. What a group they made! Xyxyth and Zezeth and TayTay and DiDi… Madiquel spluttered a soft giggle at the absurdity of it all, the sound turning into a hiccup part way through and she giggled again, at that, before dissolving into a ridiculous fit of soft laughter. Faranth, she needed about six turns of sleep, and knew she wouldn’t be getting any for far too long. Slowly, her giggles subsided, and she sighed again, puffing out the breath in exhaustion.
“We’ll have to rename Shadow and Clover,” Madiquel said at last, speaking before A’tay could after her revelation of her dragon’s name, and her giggling fit. “Maybe DoDo and CloClo?” She tilted her head up, resting her cheek against the curve of A’tay’s shoulder and grinning at him with an expression of exhausted amusement. Better, to think of renaming her firelizard to fit the theme (she was surprised they both didn’t barge in at their actual names) than to think about Zezeth’s precious grip on life, or her father’s likely demise into complete insanity, and the betrayal he must feel at her Impressing.