Post by Hiko on Sept 2, 2018 21:46:07 GMT -5
Are you visiting Zaelin today?
It’s Tuesday, Daltilith. I always visit on Tuesdays.
So yes?
Yes.
The blue rumbled a pleased noise in the back of his throat. I would like to join you.
Oh? We usually come to you.
I am aware. But I think the creche is interesting.
Mollin turned in her seat, hand still wrapped about the pair of scissors she’d been using to trim her hair back to its original short cut. She eyed the blue lounging at his couch. “When have you ever found a building interesting?”
Now? I think there’s something there.
Mollin returned to snipping the red curls. “You’re in an odd mood, but all right. When I’m done here, we can go together.”
--
“Mmmgrb” Zaelin tugged at the shortened length, and Mollin winced for the effort.
“Yes. Mama's hair is short. Want to see Daltilith?”
“Drrggh!” The child grabbed at the blue, but for once, he seemed entirely uninterested in his favorite toddler. He tilted his head, clearly focused on something else within the creche.
“Dalt?” Mollin set her daughter back to the ground, and the girl began to sniffle in rejection. “What’s wrong, heart?”
She can hear me.
Zae?
No. She cannot, even when I try. But another...
What do you mean, Zaelin can’t-
Shh, Daltilith might have frowned, had he the lips. Mollin decided that would have to be a conversation for a later date. What was this “other”?
Yes, it is okay. Please come.
“Dalt, who are you talking to?” She scooped the now quietly sobbing Zaelin back into her arms and soothed the girl, rubbing at her back. As she worked on comforting her daughter, she watched with utter surprise when an older girl - one that couldn’t be more than ten, at best - walk out of the halls of the creche and place her hand on the blue dragon’s muzzle. He rumbled that same pleased sound as before, and Mollin stared at the scene.
“He called to me, ma’am.”
She could hear me, and I her.
“You - do you hear a lot of dragons?” Mollin stammered.
The girl nodded. “Every day, though I try not to listen in. It’s embarrassing, sometimes.”
“I imagine. Did you speak to my Daltilith?”
“I did. I felt him looking for me, so I had to come.”
Looking for - Mollin laughed, hugging the child in her arms closer to her neck. “Daltilith!”
Yes?
“You’re a Searchdragon?!”
It is not that difficult, the blue replied humbly.
It’s Tuesday, Daltilith. I always visit on Tuesdays.
So yes?
Yes.
The blue rumbled a pleased noise in the back of his throat. I would like to join you.
Oh? We usually come to you.
I am aware. But I think the creche is interesting.
Mollin turned in her seat, hand still wrapped about the pair of scissors she’d been using to trim her hair back to its original short cut. She eyed the blue lounging at his couch. “When have you ever found a building interesting?”
Now? I think there’s something there.
Mollin returned to snipping the red curls. “You’re in an odd mood, but all right. When I’m done here, we can go together.”
--
“Mmmgrb” Zaelin tugged at the shortened length, and Mollin winced for the effort.
“Yes. Mama's hair is short. Want to see Daltilith?”
“Drrggh!” The child grabbed at the blue, but for once, he seemed entirely uninterested in his favorite toddler. He tilted his head, clearly focused on something else within the creche.
“Dalt?” Mollin set her daughter back to the ground, and the girl began to sniffle in rejection. “What’s wrong, heart?”
She can hear me.
Zae?
No. She cannot, even when I try. But another...
What do you mean, Zaelin can’t-
Shh, Daltilith might have frowned, had he the lips. Mollin decided that would have to be a conversation for a later date. What was this “other”?
Yes, it is okay. Please come.
“Dalt, who are you talking to?” She scooped the now quietly sobbing Zaelin back into her arms and soothed the girl, rubbing at her back. As she worked on comforting her daughter, she watched with utter surprise when an older girl - one that couldn’t be more than ten, at best - walk out of the halls of the creche and place her hand on the blue dragon’s muzzle. He rumbled that same pleased sound as before, and Mollin stared at the scene.
“He called to me, ma’am.”
She could hear me, and I her.
“You - do you hear a lot of dragons?” Mollin stammered.
The girl nodded. “Every day, though I try not to listen in. It’s embarrassing, sometimes.”
“I imagine. Did you speak to my Daltilith?”
“I did. I felt him looking for me, so I had to come.”
Looking for - Mollin laughed, hugging the child in her arms closer to her neck. “Daltilith!”
Yes?
“You’re a Searchdragon?!”
It is not that difficult, the blue replied humbly.