28.Sep.22, 01:04 AM
The analogy had made sense in the beginning, but Oncaeth had it right. L'ri was rambling, and Ch'es was struggling to keep up. The boy had little sense for a turn of phrase, and the deeper this one went, the deeper his frown grew.
At least the man's response to his question was more pointed. If I decline, no one will be upset? he asked, giving voice to some of his concerns - through Pardrith, of course. When L'ri continued and spoke about when their dragons would be old enough to partake, he brought to light yet another concern. What if Ch'es wasn't ready? What if he was never ready? What if he never wanted to be ready? What if Pard got upset with him about it?
Though his dragonet couldn't exactly follow his boy's worries, he was confident in his reply.You're mine. I won't force you to do something you're not ready to do.
You can't know that.
Pardrith snapped at his brother as he bounded away and out of reach.I do.
At the very least, it made the freckled boy feel marginally better. Which, in turn, had the dark bronze lifting his head with pride.
I don't want to play with any instruments!
Pard shouted it to match his boy's frustration and to be heard over his splashing as he gave chase to Oncaeth again. Growing weary of playing in the shallows as L'ri had bid them, the dark bronze plunged into deeper waters to swim towards his boy who was stubbornly treading water.
But maybe L'ri was right and it wouldn't matter by the time Pard was grown. Still, Ch'es wasn't nearly as tactile as most of his classmates were. He'd seen others and how they stuck close together, cuddling as if they were bonded pairs - or more. He understood when it came to cuddling with fire lizards, dragons, and horses. But when it came to people? Ch'es was far more frugal with his affection.
At least the man's response to his question was more pointed. If I decline, no one will be upset? he asked, giving voice to some of his concerns - through Pardrith, of course. When L'ri continued and spoke about when their dragons would be old enough to partake, he brought to light yet another concern. What if Ch'es wasn't ready? What if he was never ready? What if he never wanted to be ready? What if Pard got upset with him about it?
Though his dragonet couldn't exactly follow his boy's worries, he was confident in his reply.
You can't know that.
Pardrith snapped at his brother as he bounded away and out of reach.
At the very least, it made the freckled boy feel marginally better. Which, in turn, had the dark bronze lifting his head with pride.
I don't want to play with any instruments!
Pard shouted it to match his boy's frustration and to be heard over his splashing as he gave chase to Oncaeth again. Growing weary of playing in the shallows as L'ri had bid them, the dark bronze plunged into deeper waters to swim towards his boy who was stubbornly treading water.
But maybe L'ri was right and it wouldn't matter by the time Pard was grown. Still, Ch'es wasn't nearly as tactile as most of his classmates were. He'd seen others and how they stuck close together, cuddling as if they were bonded pairs - or more. He understood when it came to cuddling with fire lizards, dragons, and horses. But when it came to people? Ch'es was far more frugal with his affection.