Wounded Acceptance

A sniffling sound came from Sunar. Iktahn turned to see a horrified expression on the boy’s face, eyes locked on the blood trickling from his mother’s ear. Sunar stood there, wings still clutched in his hands, mouth agape, eyes like dinner plates. Ikthan reached out to the boy, to give comfort.

This came to not, however, as Sunar’s full attention lay on his mother. The boy ducked under his hand and, the boy who couldn’t walk, ran, ran, the dozen steps to his mother, wing tips still clutched in tiny fists, then jumped onto a chair and onto her, burying his face in her shoulder.

The child had begun to sob, mumbling almost incoherently, “Mommy, mommy, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, please be ok mommy, I’m sorry… “

Katja regained her composure in time to keep from toppling as Sunar landed on her. She held him to her, whispering comfort.

Ikthan lowered his still-outstretched hand to the ground, closed his eyes, and took a moment to stop the ringing sound in his ears. He attempted to undo the damage done by the sonic blast, but could not effect it all. Regenerating some of that would take time.

He stood slowly, gently laid his hand on the boy’s back to work some of the tension from the young muscles and project what calm his young charge would accept. His eyes met Katja’s, and his mouth moved into a tight, reassuring smile. He inclined his head slightly toward the doctor, gave a small nod, and mouthed the word, “Soon”.

It seemed that, for the first time in some time, he’d picked the wrong course of action. Katja shifted subtly, weight moving to the foot farther from him and she turned Sunar slightly away from his hand. The fire in her eyes belayed all subtlety, however.

“No. We will not do this. We will not take my son’s body apart because he doesn’t advance on the schedule we think he should. You saw him take those steps. He can learn. He will learn! If it is his choice to remain whole, then so shall he remain!”

Iron-hard resolve radiated from her body. Tanu leaned over to put his hand on Katja’s shoulder and her defiant gaze snapped to meet his. Her fiery eyes met with understanding and quiet agreement, however, and Ikthan watched her body lose some of its tension.

Doctor Soren shook his head several times, and Ikthan turned to help him stand, then turned back to place a hand on each parent’s shoulder. “So, you are resolved, and it will be so. I have my misgivings about this course of action, but I have misgivings about the other path as well. Rest assured, however, that in this, as in all things, you do not walk alone. We are all with you.”

Both parents closed their eyes and bowed their heads in acceptance. He returned the gesture, and felt Dr. Soren do the same. It only took a glance to get the doctor with him, and they quietly departed. The family needed time to adjust.

After a safe distance had been placed between them and the door, Dr. Soran spoke, “Abilities like that don’t usually manifest that early, not in humanoid half-dragons, but it is not a rare thing either. I have no concerns for his development, but do worry about the other children. There have already been altercations because of how long it is taking him to walk. I am not…”

Ikthan waved the doctor to stillness, then spoke softly. “Sunar is a compassionate child, if quick to anger. He can be taught not to hurt others, with patience and time.”

Dr. Soran nodded, though he looked a little reluctant. Master Ikthan walked on, sure he had not let any of his own misgivings about the boy’s newfound power show.

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1 Response to Wounded Acceptance

  1. TerraBane says:

    Yeah, so far, got to the part where she said “No. We will not do this. …” Yes, very pleased. Thank you! it will a struggle, but it will be a good learning for Sunar and his adoptive parents!

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