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30.Jul.22, 03:34 AM
Mylorah clung to her brother. Her own emotions were still a mess and she knew she was happy and now fully understood what everyone meant when they said they felt complete, but there was also fear, worry, and sadness she needed to digest later on. For now, she focused on K’dar, holding him, and letting him sob as her own tears silently fell again. She remembered losing their mom and little brother in the landslide and how often she cried but he never did, at least not around her. But K’dar was always there to hold her and now she returned the gesture, trying to be the strong one for him. She didn’t judge him for breaking down during a happy moment because she also remembered how she had done that as well. Sometimes the tears just needed to flow and her brother needed the release.
But he was still too stubborn to fully let it happen. “K’dar, wait! You don’t have to leave, you didn’t do anything wrong…” Mylorah trailed off, knowing she couldn’t rely on him forever and that he was still entitled to grieve alone. Saying she needed him would be a cheap shot that would guilt him into staying and that was just nerves talking. Everyone else got through weyrlinghood so she could as well. Hopefully. She watched Amagrith tip over the now empty bucket and examine it from a new angle to confirm it wasn’t hiding more treats. When she started to bop it with a paw, Mylorah jumped in and gently removed it and traded it off for a full one.
“While you eat, I’ll start oiling the itchy spots, okay?” Amagrith snorted in agreement which had Mylorah giggling while she knelt with the cloth and bucket of oil that had managed not to be kicked over by an excited gold or upset brother and began working on the pretty hide. But when the audience in the stands started making more noise than usual, she glanced over at the Hatching and saw some greens at the wall. Oh no. Maybe they were just playing around? Back on her task, she focused on a particular bad spot that had Mylorah continuously attempting to itch at her own skin.
The next time she looked up, she smiled as she saw Tazikel heading her way. Had he been able to pull some rank as well and sneak his way over to her? Sneaking around can be fun but Seravath is probably too hungry for such games, Amagrith stated now that her head was out of the bucket and she could also watch the pair make their way over. The pair.
The pair.
Mylorah shot to her feet, the rag falling from her grasp as she did so. “No. Nononono, oh no,” Tazikel had Impressed, but not only that—to a green! Lord Tillek might possibly have her killed for this because surely this was her fault. She kept inviting him knowing he was of age and attractive to humans so dragons would want him as well. And hadn’t she kept hoping to find a way for them to stay together? “I just… stay… back in a moment,” she tried to talk to Amagrith but words were failing her and she was suddenly rushing to Tazikel and throwing her arms around him.
“Tazicurls! I’m so sorry but also so happy?” Before she could say more, a nose was nudging her leg and Mylorah let go of Tazikel so she could see her dragon giving her a look. I still need to be properly cleaned up and you’re not watching my shell and Seravath needs to eat. Amagrith nudged her again and Mylorah nodded, taking Tazikel’s hand to finish leading him over to the new round of chaos of tending to their hatchlings. “Take care of your beautiful girl and we’ll talk again soon.”
But he was still too stubborn to fully let it happen. “K’dar, wait! You don’t have to leave, you didn’t do anything wrong…” Mylorah trailed off, knowing she couldn’t rely on him forever and that he was still entitled to grieve alone. Saying she needed him would be a cheap shot that would guilt him into staying and that was just nerves talking. Everyone else got through weyrlinghood so she could as well. Hopefully. She watched Amagrith tip over the now empty bucket and examine it from a new angle to confirm it wasn’t hiding more treats. When she started to bop it with a paw, Mylorah jumped in and gently removed it and traded it off for a full one.
“While you eat, I’ll start oiling the itchy spots, okay?” Amagrith snorted in agreement which had Mylorah giggling while she knelt with the cloth and bucket of oil that had managed not to be kicked over by an excited gold or upset brother and began working on the pretty hide. But when the audience in the stands started making more noise than usual, she glanced over at the Hatching and saw some greens at the wall. Oh no. Maybe they were just playing around? Back on her task, she focused on a particular bad spot that had Mylorah continuously attempting to itch at her own skin.
The next time she looked up, she smiled as she saw Tazikel heading her way. Had he been able to pull some rank as well and sneak his way over to her? Sneaking around can be fun but Seravath is probably too hungry for such games, Amagrith stated now that her head was out of the bucket and she could also watch the pair make their way over. The pair.
The pair.
Mylorah shot to her feet, the rag falling from her grasp as she did so. “No. Nononono, oh no,” Tazikel had Impressed, but not only that—to a green! Lord Tillek might possibly have her killed for this because surely this was her fault. She kept inviting him knowing he was of age and attractive to humans so dragons would want him as well. And hadn’t she kept hoping to find a way for them to stay together? “I just… stay… back in a moment,” she tried to talk to Amagrith but words were failing her and she was suddenly rushing to Tazikel and throwing her arms around him.
“Tazicurls! I’m so sorry but also so happy?” Before she could say more, a nose was nudging her leg and Mylorah let go of Tazikel so she could see her dragon giving her a look. I still need to be properly cleaned up and you’re not watching my shell and Seravath needs to eat. Amagrith nudged her again and Mylorah nodded, taking Tazikel’s hand to finish leading him over to the new round of chaos of tending to their hatchlings. “Take care of your beautiful girl and we’ll talk again soon.”
