19 - fury of the night

[forbiddenfriend]

[The sound that comes from the journals is hauntingly beautiful, and deeply touching. It's not unlike the song of a whale, although it's closer to a whine, since that's exactly what it is. It's a smooth, melodious sound at first, and then it lowers, becoming warbled, and it sounds astonishingly like sobbing. The sound lasts for about ten seconds in total, and doesn't repeat itself.

Toothless is sitting in the courtyard in front of the castle, looking skyward. He wouldn't continue to cry; he wasn't a hatchling, after all. Still, having your best friend leave when he had been there with you nearly the entire time the both of you had been relocated to this area was hard. So he'd allowed himself at least one cry.

Now, though, he sits in silence, head falling and then drooping.

And he sits.]

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[wizard_redfive]

[Ahh... But Toothless, some people here remember what you sounded like back when you were a kid, crying for your mother. That sound is not easily forgotten.

His cry might be more mature now, but that doesn’t stop Dairine from recognizing it for what it is. On a hunch, she heads toward where she found baby Toothless, out in the courtyard. There, she spots exactly what she was looking for: one dejected looking dragon.]

Toothless?

[forbiddenfriend]

[His head shifts only slightly so he can open his eyes and look back at Dairine.

He looks quite sad. Quite sad, quite lonely, and quite lost. Not incredibly unlike when he was a hatchling, although he seems more resigned than outwardly distressed this time.]

[wizard_redfive]

[Resigned or not, his sorrow is still clear as day to Dairine.

She walks over and sits down on the grass next to Toothless, looking back at him with no small amound of concern.]

What's wrong, buddy?

[forbiddenfriend]

[He looks at Dairine and lets out a soft sigh.

He looks positively helpless, and feels it, too.]