Post by summerrain on May 22, 2012 20:21:36 GMT -8
The little one sat on the grass by the river. It was strange. She was usually so exuberant and energetic. But today was different. Today, the child and her dragonet, now almost two months in age, were sitting by the river, apparently just zoning out. But the reality was completely different.
TeraMine, is something wrong? asked the dragonet, curled up next to the child.
"Today... It's mama's Turnday," Tera told Picosith. "On mama's Turnday, we always go out and watch the ocean from the cliffs, to see if papa's ship is returning... Or, if papa is here, we go out to dinner someplace special that mama chooses, and then she goes to look for her favorite candle. Mama makes a single candle, one that's just made to smell nice, last an entire Turn." She closed her eyes, pulled her knees up to her chest, and rested her forehead on her knees. "Mama must be worried... She hasn't come up to see me since the day you hatched... She's probably really lonely..."
Oh, Mine... Picosith said softly, nuzzling Hers kindly. Your... Mother... She would be proud of you. You are Picosith's. You are Mine, and I am a dragon. Even if your mother is lonely, she is probably so proud of you that she can't keep from talking to other humans about you. You are Mine, that is true, but you are also Hers as well. You are your mother's child. Picosith had, unbeknownst to Tera, gone to ask other dragons about the differences between humans and dragons. She found out that the elusive Tiger dragon is the one with the most in common with humans. Tiger dragons, she learned, honor familial ties in a way similar to humans.
"But... This is the first time that mama has been alone on her Turnday," Tera said softly. Her shoulders began to shake with the force of her held-back tears. "I... I just want to be with mama..." she said quietly, the first tear falling down her cheek. "I want to spend today watching the ocean from the cliffs... I wanna swim in the salty waters of the seas... I... I wanna go home..." She began crying sofly, lost in the sudden misery brought by the day, and the changes that had happened previously preventing her from going about it her usual way.
They all said she just had to learn to cope, to get past it. They weren't twelve Turns old. They were used to being away from their parents, and they called the Weyr home. They just didn't get it.
TeraMine, is something wrong? asked the dragonet, curled up next to the child.
"Today... It's mama's Turnday," Tera told Picosith. "On mama's Turnday, we always go out and watch the ocean from the cliffs, to see if papa's ship is returning... Or, if papa is here, we go out to dinner someplace special that mama chooses, and then she goes to look for her favorite candle. Mama makes a single candle, one that's just made to smell nice, last an entire Turn." She closed her eyes, pulled her knees up to her chest, and rested her forehead on her knees. "Mama must be worried... She hasn't come up to see me since the day you hatched... She's probably really lonely..."
Oh, Mine... Picosith said softly, nuzzling Hers kindly. Your... Mother... She would be proud of you. You are Picosith's. You are Mine, and I am a dragon. Even if your mother is lonely, she is probably so proud of you that she can't keep from talking to other humans about you. You are Mine, that is true, but you are also Hers as well. You are your mother's child. Picosith had, unbeknownst to Tera, gone to ask other dragons about the differences between humans and dragons. She found out that the elusive Tiger dragon is the one with the most in common with humans. Tiger dragons, she learned, honor familial ties in a way similar to humans.
"But... This is the first time that mama has been alone on her Turnday," Tera said softly. Her shoulders began to shake with the force of her held-back tears. "I... I just want to be with mama..." she said quietly, the first tear falling down her cheek. "I want to spend today watching the ocean from the cliffs... I wanna swim in the salty waters of the seas... I... I wanna go home..." She began crying sofly, lost in the sudden misery brought by the day, and the changes that had happened previously preventing her from going about it her usual way.
They all said she just had to learn to cope, to get past it. They weren't twelve Turns old. They were used to being away from their parents, and they called the Weyr home. They just didn't get it.