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13.Aug.22, 07:39 AM
Ch'es shivered in Mylo's arms despite the balmy night but relaxed quickly enough with her gentle comfort. He was still getting used to hugs, and Sironar was one of the only ones who indulged on occasion. It helped to hear someone as educated as Mylorah also struggled with similar concerns of failure or not being good enough.
He smiled fondly to hear Mylo repeat some of Pardrith's own thoughts on his worth. How could everyone else think the best of him while he only had the worst in mind? The reminder that he had others to lean on in times of difficulty was a relief but also touched on another of his concerns.
Did they see him as a burden? Was he too needy? Did he require too much of those around him? Did they have to lower themselves to his level to try to help him rise?
Ch'es sighed when Mylo pulled away and patted his knee. She was a good friend, he knew, and one worth cherishing. The boy frowned as she mentioned heading back, already dreading the return. But he followed her gesture and took note of the dragons observing them from above. Ah. Did that mean they were in trouble, then? He'd only just started growing accustomed to being confined to all of the Weyr only to have more of his freedom removed.
It had only been a week away from them, but he found himself missing the peace he found when taking care of the horses in the stables. He felt Pardrith's offense more than anything and immediately went to soothe him. You know I love taking care of you, too. But it never gets to be just us. At the very least, the dark bronze didn't voice any further protest.
Ch'es slipped from the rocky perch to follow Mylo and reached out to accept her waiting hand. He fell still, however, when she made an observation over the feelings he'd been experiencing during class. The boy frowned deeply, disturbed.
He says it doesn't feel like that, the hatchling translated as he shook lake water from his coat and trotted to catch up with them. He pressed himself against Ch'es free side, making a bonded sandwich between himself and his sister.
Love is...easy, Ch'es continued, still frowning as he struggled to find words. It's simple and easy and, for Pard, I could take on anything if I had to. He shook his head as he pulled Mylo up short instead of letting her continue. This is...it's paralyzing. It's... Frustrated, he let her hand go and paced a few steps away only to have Pardrith follow and butt his head against him in silent demand for pets.
Panic, the hatchling decided, coming up with a suitable word for his boy. Even when there is no physical danger, I feel the need to fight off anything close to him so he can breathe.
Considering, Ch'es nodded with approval at his dragon's assessment. It feels like I'm facing a predator with no weapon, but there's none around. And everyone is pressing close and there are too many voices and sounds.
Turning back to Mylo, Ch'es gripped her hand again as if urging her to understand. That's not love. Love doesn't feel like that. Maybe he didn't have as much practice as others, considering his reintroduction into society after years of solitude, but Ch'es recalled the love he had for his parents easily enough. He knew the love he had for Pardrith. For Larrikith and Malvayth and Tiberuth and the horses and Cazan and K'dar and T'ryn and Sironar and Mylorah and S'far. He knew that love. That easy comfort and affection that came from being around those who had proven to be safe and warm and welcoming.
His concern now aimed toward Mylorah, Ch'es tilted his head. Does love feel like panic to you?
He smiled fondly to hear Mylo repeat some of Pardrith's own thoughts on his worth. How could everyone else think the best of him while he only had the worst in mind? The reminder that he had others to lean on in times of difficulty was a relief but also touched on another of his concerns.
Did they see him as a burden? Was he too needy? Did he require too much of those around him? Did they have to lower themselves to his level to try to help him rise?
Ch'es sighed when Mylo pulled away and patted his knee. She was a good friend, he knew, and one worth cherishing. The boy frowned as she mentioned heading back, already dreading the return. But he followed her gesture and took note of the dragons observing them from above. Ah. Did that mean they were in trouble, then? He'd only just started growing accustomed to being confined to all of the Weyr only to have more of his freedom removed.
It had only been a week away from them, but he found himself missing the peace he found when taking care of the horses in the stables. He felt Pardrith's offense more than anything and immediately went to soothe him. You know I love taking care of you, too. But it never gets to be just us. At the very least, the dark bronze didn't voice any further protest.
Ch'es slipped from the rocky perch to follow Mylo and reached out to accept her waiting hand. He fell still, however, when she made an observation over the feelings he'd been experiencing during class. The boy frowned deeply, disturbed.
Love is...easy, Ch'es continued, still frowning as he struggled to find words. It's simple and easy and, for Pard, I could take on anything if I had to. He shook his head as he pulled Mylo up short instead of letting her continue. This is...it's paralyzing. It's... Frustrated, he let her hand go and paced a few steps away only to have Pardrith follow and butt his head against him in silent demand for pets.
Considering, Ch'es nodded with approval at his dragon's assessment. It feels like I'm facing a predator with no weapon, but there's none around. And everyone is pressing close and there are too many voices and sounds.
Turning back to Mylo, Ch'es gripped her hand again as if urging her to understand. That's not love. Love doesn't feel like that. Maybe he didn't have as much practice as others, considering his reintroduction into society after years of solitude, but Ch'es recalled the love he had for his parents easily enough. He knew the love he had for Pardrith. For Larrikith and Malvayth and Tiberuth and the horses and Cazan and K'dar and T'ryn and Sironar and Mylorah and S'far. He knew that love. That easy comfort and affection that came from being around those who had proven to be safe and warm and welcoming.
His concern now aimed toward Mylorah, Ch'es tilted his head. Does love feel like panic to you?
