31.Jul.22, 04:36 PM
Tazikel was so focused on the dragon who’d changed his life so completely he didn’t even see Mylorah until her arms were already around him. He leaned into the hug, because being hugged by Mylorah was something familiar. Of course, it didn’t last long at all, because there were two baby dragons who wanted their individual attention. Seravath glanced between him and Mylorah’s gold, eagerly trotting after them as Mylo led them to the food.
“Guess the dragons thought we shouldn’t be separated either, huh?” he laughed, deciding now wasn’t the time to think about why she felt a need to apologize to him. Z’kel let her hand go when she had to move off to tend her own dragon, and turned to throw himself into tending to Seravath.
He looked up a bit later to see Mylorah talking to her Harper friend, who—apparently also Impressed, if the little bronze next to him meant what Z’kel thought it meant. Huh. The dragons seemed determined to let Mylo keep as many of her favorites as possible. Z’kel knew he’d probably overthink that later, but for now that feeling could get shoved to the back of his mind with all the other things he was avoiding thinking about like ‘oh fuck, how will my father react,’ ‘oh no, what about Theri and Ithikel,’ and ‘obsessively going through all the things I’ve ever heard about greenriders.’
At least Batenkel would probably be delighted at his brother’s Impression. Z’kel wasn’t sure if that was a positive or a negative, but it was probably true.
Why would it be bad he’ll be happy we’re together now? Seravath asked, pausing in her devouring to look up at him. Z’kel was pretty sure dragons could talk and mindspeak at the same time, but maybe she was too little for that sort of multitasking.
Am not too little! Seravath insisted, and immediately started eating again—thankfully distracted from her original question, at least for a minute. See! she said, her face scrunched up in concentration as she managed to say a single word while chewing. Z’kel could not at all stop himself from smiling.
Fuck, she was cute.
“Guess the dragons thought we shouldn’t be separated either, huh?” he laughed, deciding now wasn’t the time to think about why she felt a need to apologize to him. Z’kel let her hand go when she had to move off to tend her own dragon, and turned to throw himself into tending to Seravath.
He looked up a bit later to see Mylorah talking to her Harper friend, who—apparently also Impressed, if the little bronze next to him meant what Z’kel thought it meant. Huh. The dragons seemed determined to let Mylo keep as many of her favorites as possible. Z’kel knew he’d probably overthink that later, but for now that feeling could get shoved to the back of his mind with all the other things he was avoiding thinking about like ‘oh fuck, how will my father react,’ ‘oh no, what about Theri and Ithikel,’ and ‘obsessively going through all the things I’ve ever heard about greenriders.’
At least Batenkel would probably be delighted at his brother’s Impression. Z’kel wasn’t sure if that was a positive or a negative, but it was probably true.
Fuck, she was cute.