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25.Aug.12, 03:29 PM
Having seen Jada's face softened from what he supposed was sleep, his own features softened slightly. He still did not know why she was there but he was not afraid of her now. How could he be. She looked so gentle.
After calling her name and seeing her lift her head from her knee. He pushed back on the emotional mask he wore now. He let no one in. It was safer that way and not just for himself. He was not trusted. He was viewed as an uncertain risk, possibly even a danger. If anyone freely associated with him, what kind of person would they mark them to be?
The uncertain question in her voice caught his attention when she called his name. Her stifled yawn nearly made him smile. But he refrained. He was sitting up and the room had thankfully stopped spinning, so he lowered his hands away from his head and looked at her. The drink she poured was something that Sand was eager for. His mouth felt like a thick ball of wool had been stuffed inside.
When her mouth opened to welcome him back to consciousness, Sand's mask slipped a little. His eyes softened slightly right before he wondered if Jada's dragon could see him through her eyes. His mask was back up again and he nodded. "Thanks." His voice was rough. Reaching out for the juice she had poured he managed to carry the cup to his mouth and drank deeply. When the liquid was gone, he set the cup back on the table. Shifting his weight a little, he put his legs over the side of his bed and sat there feeling like a weak baby. He hated the feeling of being helpless. It was not safe for him not to be able to defend himself if needed.
Ignoring her question about sitting up, since he had already done so, he searched her face carefully, almost curiously. "Does she love you Jada? Or are you your dragon's slave now? Does she treat you well? Does she force you to do things you don't want to?"
Sanderon had these burning questions and many more slamming around in his brain for quite some time now. Being unable to leave the room even if the healers let him, made him realize that this next touching and hatching, he might not be able to avoid. He would have to be there. He did not want to be anyone's slave, especially to something that might take over his mind. If one of the hatchlings were to actually impress him, would he lose himself to it? Would he be forced to think and act differently?
His next question was very important. "Are you happy now Jada?"
After calling her name and seeing her lift her head from her knee. He pushed back on the emotional mask he wore now. He let no one in. It was safer that way and not just for himself. He was not trusted. He was viewed as an uncertain risk, possibly even a danger. If anyone freely associated with him, what kind of person would they mark them to be?
The uncertain question in her voice caught his attention when she called his name. Her stifled yawn nearly made him smile. But he refrained. He was sitting up and the room had thankfully stopped spinning, so he lowered his hands away from his head and looked at her. The drink she poured was something that Sand was eager for. His mouth felt like a thick ball of wool had been stuffed inside.
When her mouth opened to welcome him back to consciousness, Sand's mask slipped a little. His eyes softened slightly right before he wondered if Jada's dragon could see him through her eyes. His mask was back up again and he nodded. "Thanks." His voice was rough. Reaching out for the juice she had poured he managed to carry the cup to his mouth and drank deeply. When the liquid was gone, he set the cup back on the table. Shifting his weight a little, he put his legs over the side of his bed and sat there feeling like a weak baby. He hated the feeling of being helpless. It was not safe for him not to be able to defend himself if needed.
Ignoring her question about sitting up, since he had already done so, he searched her face carefully, almost curiously. "Does she love you Jada? Or are you your dragon's slave now? Does she treat you well? Does she force you to do things you don't want to?"
Sanderon had these burning questions and many more slamming around in his brain for quite some time now. Being unable to leave the room even if the healers let him, made him realize that this next touching and hatching, he might not be able to avoid. He would have to be there. He did not want to be anyone's slave, especially to something that might take over his mind. If one of the hatchlings were to actually impress him, would he lose himself to it? Would he be forced to think and act differently?
His next question was very important. "Are you happy now Jada?"
