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01.Aug.22, 01:21 AM
Ch'es had never been more overwhelmed in his life. He already struggled in social situations for obvious reasons (like having lived the past several years in relative isolation), but the chaos here was something else. With so many congratulations and cheers ringing out from different directions, the boy didn't know where to turn first. He barely had time to embrace his roommate before he was walking away. The same for Mylorah, though Ch'es knew she had her own dragon to attend to now as well.
Unlike S'far, Ch'es knew the frustration and the jealousy that must burn in his roommate, and felt a flood of guilt for it. Sironar had taught him so much since he'd been dumped in his bedroom with naught but a concise letter from his father explaining his inability to speak. With far more grace and acceptance than Ch'es suspected he'd have managed in his shoes, Sironar took him under his wing. Together, they devised hand signals before he'd learned to read and write with any proficiency. While he knew a lot more of it now, they still tended to use that nonverbal language when it was just the pair of them.
But it would never just be the pair of them anymore, would it? His heart ached to know that Sironar had gone to many Hatchings and had yet to Impress. He'd even asked Malvayth to tell her babies, and she'd assured him she had. So why? Didn't they see how wonderful a person he was?
While Pardrith gorged himself, he rifled through his bonded's churning maelstrom of thoughts and emotions.I can tell he is a very dear friend. That one of my siblings has not chosen him does not mean he is not worthy, the hatchling assured. He is suited for another. After a pause, the dragon lifted his head to look after the retreating form of Sironar. He does not resent you. And he truly is happy for you.
Frowning, Ch'es swiped oil across his robe and waited a moment to ensure it would not burn or peel away at the fabric before applying it to his dragon. How do you know?
I read him. The dark male lifted his chin in silent indication for Ch'es to apply oil there first. Feeling the itch in his own neck, the boy complied.
Like...his thoughts? That seems rude without his permission, he pointed out. I think those are things he should tell me when he feels safe to do so. But understanding it came from a place of concern and wanting to reassure him, Ch'es scrubbed the itchy skin with an oil-slicked hand down his dragon's neck. Thank you, Pardrith. We'll both have to look out for him. I don't want him to be lonely.
Apparently considering the issue resolved, or at least set aside for now, Pardrith nudged at Ch'es while his belly grumbled hungrily.
Alright, I'll get you more, he promised with an amused chuff of laughter. Later, he would find Siro and have a proper discussion. With Pardrith's help, of course.
Of course.
Unlike S'far, Ch'es knew the frustration and the jealousy that must burn in his roommate, and felt a flood of guilt for it. Sironar had taught him so much since he'd been dumped in his bedroom with naught but a concise letter from his father explaining his inability to speak. With far more grace and acceptance than Ch'es suspected he'd have managed in his shoes, Sironar took him under his wing. Together, they devised hand signals before he'd learned to read and write with any proficiency. While he knew a lot more of it now, they still tended to use that nonverbal language when it was just the pair of them.
But it would never just be the pair of them anymore, would it? His heart ached to know that Sironar had gone to many Hatchings and had yet to Impress. He'd even asked Malvayth to tell her babies, and she'd assured him she had. So why? Didn't they see how wonderful a person he was?
While Pardrith gorged himself, he rifled through his bonded's churning maelstrom of thoughts and emotions.
Frowning, Ch'es swiped oil across his robe and waited a moment to ensure it would not burn or peel away at the fabric before applying it to his dragon. How do you know?
Like...his thoughts? That seems rude without his permission, he pointed out. I think those are things he should tell me when he feels safe to do so. But understanding it came from a place of concern and wanting to reassure him, Ch'es scrubbed the itchy skin with an oil-slicked hand down his dragon's neck. Thank you, Pardrith. We'll both have to look out for him. I don't want him to be lonely.
Apparently considering the issue resolved, or at least set aside for now, Pardrith nudged at Ch'es while his belly grumbled hungrily.
Alright, I'll get you more, he promised with an amused chuff of laughter. Later, he would find Siro and have a proper discussion. With Pardrith's help, of course.
