[ drp ] boho babies (soph/ana + maybe humans)

[demon_pachabel]

The Nose Knows

Martirae stared after Fela for a moment, before turning back to the other array of scents there was to look over. Anakumath's inquiry had been noted - so the break allowed her to pass that one on to the merchant instead. A little Turnover shopping of her own, perhaps.

That those who are considered guests would speak out of turn should reflect only upon them. That tragedy had to mark the end of everything is the fault of nobody but those involved, and even then, Anakumath couldn't find it in her heart to hate her brother for his actions. Perhaps such dark feelings would never find fertile soil to take root in with the young queen. Aureliath and hers are not here but they are together as they should be.

Though together AND here would have been much more favorable and a lot less painful to her young hearts.

xxxmedigel

 

[medigel]

a fitting crown

It was enough for the blue for now. We will be attempting to make several more, yes, Sophrosunth said. I hope you do not mind that you were our test subject of sorts, ahah.

But enough of that. He had said he would make this brief, and if he lingered any more he risked babbling on about something or another. With another soothing touch, Soph stepped away, if reluctantly. While ridership took precedence over all else, he still felt that tug in his hearts to help ease others' minds, the way Fela had before he had hatched. We will see you around, I expect, if nothing else than because MyFela so loves to peek her head in with everyone. May your sevenday go peacefully, little one. With that, he took a loping start and took to the air.
 

[medigel]

mind yourself

There is something I would like to show you today, Sophrosunth told her that rest day. Do you know a secluded spot you would prefer? Or some place quiet?

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[demon_pachabel]

Mind Yourself

Anakumath perked at the familiar voice of Sophrosunth, drawing Martirae's attention from the records she was reading over. Sophrosunth, she bid her beloved, appeasing the draw of defensive worry she seemed to possess only for her lifemate. Marty appeased, Anakumath considered what places she would consider secluded on such a day. There are no caravans scheduled today. Perhaps the unloading area?

It was at least somewhere a little landbound and easily tired little gold could walk too without exhausting herself.

medigel

 

[medigel]

mind yourself

A fine idea. He had admittedly forgotten that the practicality of his own weyr wasn't available yet, but this could do. Would you prefer an escort there? I know in a sevenday's time you will outgrow me still, ahah, but...

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do i take forever to tag even one thing bc i suck or bc i want to stretch this drabble out :thinking:

 

[medigel]

the nose knows

Sophrosunth was quiet for a moment before he spoke. Well said, my dear. For all the fretting she did, Anakumath had a good head on her shoulders. And it was best, if it had to happen at all, he thought, that death happen at the beginning. Some days he still found himself thinking about the brother they had lost to their first blooding, and he did not wish that lingering pain upon anyone. Perhaps it was easier if she hadn't known her sister for that long.

Ahem. I apologize, I did not mean to be so somber. How go your lessons? he asked, pushing gentle cheer back into his voice.

Fela had a growing pile she was appropriating half of a table for, frowns wrinkling her cherubic face as she decided what made the cut and what didn't. She was...taking this very seriously...  

[demon_pachabel]

Mind Yourself

I will never mind having your company, Sophrosunth! Anakumath quickly reached out to assure that nervous chuckle, like a hand smoothed over a forehead. Please, I would be happy to have you join me.  

[demon_pachabel]

The Nose Knows

She watched him expectantly as he mulled over his words, his thoughts, but made no motion to pry until he was ready to speak up again. Such silences were his own, after all, and only when invited into them would Anakumath peer into their meanings.

No need for apologies. Mine and I have...come to terms that I have a future of such potential losses ahead of me and I....must learn to handle them. Not all hatchlings found theirs. Not all eggs hatched. One day perhaps she would be as Fianth, weeping into a place that had once held a beloved life she had grown. Had nurtured. The familiar yellow whirled back into her eyes for a moment.

They are informative. They are interesting. There is much I can do, even as I am, and that is comforting.

medigel

 

[medigel]

Mind Yourself

Soph, who barely noticed his vocal tic and thought this was just a typical reaction for the gold, simply replied, As you wish, then!

He pressed a soothing touch in return as he left, giving Fela a short explanation as he took off, and another as he sought her out and landed. It was almost a hug, really, in the way only a dragon could, because it seemed an especially effective balm for Anakumath’s constant thrum of anxiety. Her chosen had to have been of strong character, and he respected Martirae all the more for it, of course. It absolutely didn’t meant he didn’t try helping, though.

Hello, my dear! Soph tittered. I must admit I haven’t been to the docks in quite some time, so I hope you do not mind taking something of a lead. If you are hungry before we begin, I can pick something up.  

[medigel]

The Nose Knows

We each have a role, the blue agreed. A kindness for any dragon.

He paused, balancing the pros and cons of prying. The result was inevitable, given whom he was bonded to.

If you still have concerns, ah...I am here, of course, should you need a set of headknobs. Or perhaps my sister Zenobiath would be better suited to field them, Soph offered. He added fondly, She has been doting over you and your clutchsibs as if you were hers, you know. She seems keen to be a mother and has taken to hen the young ones if given a chance. Perhaps her perspective might alleviate your concerns.

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[demon_pachabel]

Mind Yourself

The little gold, already catching up with the small greens in size, seemed to practically rush to Sophrosunth, leaning her head against his chest as she accepted his hug. He really did ease her in a way so few did, and it was easy for Martirae to tell who her lifemate was with without even having to pry.

Of course. I don't imagine it is a place many have to go from day to day, Anakumath agreed, stepping back to start her paces towards the other end of the Bowl. Oh! I ate plenty this morning, but thank you. I am sure V'mel would have us both if we even considered being too light on Breakfast.

Gold or not, Martirae had been more than eager to rise to the Weyrlingmaster's harshness, wherever it reared in their lessons.  

[demon_pachabel]

The Nose Knows

A role, an importance. Anakumath thrummed, pleased by his understanding. Or perhaps it was an acceptance of what he was - it felt like there was so little of it and even she struggled at times.

Zenobiath was not a stranger in the least, and that the older Queen had some fondness for them all was reassuring. I am sure she has had some of the same worries and fears, but.... Anakumath trailed off, the perpetual expression of yellow betrayed by a bleak gray as she looked off into an unknown distance. Somewhere else. The ones I'd really like to talk to about it all aren't here. Maybe they don't have a place in them for me now that I have Mine.

Not all golds were as maternal as Fianth and Uridith were, and that Anakumath longed for some close bond with her mother was no secret - perhaps even facilitated by Martirae's own longing for a mother who was out of reach and always would be.

medigel

 

[medigel]

the nose knows

It took Soph a moment to catch her meaning, and even he couldn’t help but let a little yellow-grey trail into his peaceful eyes, if for a moment. He and his siblings had been lucky, all things considered: theirs had not been a particularly violent clutch like the most recent one at Western; they had both their parents as active presences in their life, and in some cases were even part of their father’s wing; and despite the losses and drama they had suffered, they were all generally close with one another. He could not imagine the trouble it had caused the Tea clutch that they were separated by weyr, not to mention the new frosty relations impeding visits from either parent. Nor could he truly empathize with Anakumath’s plights, neither as a gold nor as a dragonet whose sire and dam were not available most of the time. He was just another blue, and he had always been fine with that, but...

He whisked the offensive colors away and pressed a cooling touch to her mind nonetheless. I cannot say what entirely drives Rhianth and Kronoseth to move rather than stay. But they take time to visit when they are here, yes? Soph asked. And you have your aunt as well, and the weyr at large, ready to help. If it means anything to you, though, one day you will know how to reach them even when they are furthest away; I think both of your parents are looking forward to when that time comes. He pushed with gentle optimism. You were loved in the egg. I doubt that suddenly stopped simply because life called them away.  

[medigel]

mind yourself

Most excellent! He paused, actually surprised by the enthusiasm Anakumath’s displayed, and hummed with bemused happiness. I hope his teaching does you as well as it had for me. He is a harsh man, but not unduly so.

Tucking his wings back, he began to follow her. The weyrlingmaster’s crew liked to get on me about eating more, Soph said as he did. I suspect I still might get a look now and then if they catch me. As you may have noticed, an avian would eat more than I do in a day, ahah. I might fall over in a stiff breeze if I am not careful! The curse of a nibbler, I suppose.

There wasn’t any danger of that today at least. There was barely any wind in motion at the moment, and clouds were few and far between. Some of the humans they passed skirted the shadows to catch the light and heat especially, as snow still cling to the ground.

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[demon_pachabel]

The Nose Knows

They do, but... she trailed off, leaning into that cool mental touch and leaving her selfish thought unsaid. Anakumath understood that they traveled for the sake of High Reaches - that their loyalty was still there with them.

She had already been spoken to across distance - though that exchange was one she kept quietly held to her hearts, a secret to all. The concept of it didn't sound particularly difficult, but it still didn't ease that little nugget of want. To be able to sit close and truly speak, to connect, to understand. So many things she'd not had the chance to do yet.

Feeling her lifemate's growing distress had Martirae reaching out to offer her own support, an understanding shoulder to lean on.

It's wrong of me to want more than I have. I apologize.