⋆。𖦹Disappearing act˖°🫧

They both hadn’t thought you thought of them so highly. In all honesty if they’d known it’d end like this maybe they would’ve been more open about it. Then again, you’re not completely without fault for running off like a child

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It’d started when you were still a fledgling rider. Paraded at graduation with your other fledglings before being separated off into the Flocks you were assigned to. Some went to defense flocks, others went to scouting. You? You- and about three other fledglings- went to the Central Flock.

The Flock leader, John Price, had made it clear to all of you to be prepared for extensive training. His second-in-command, Simon- Ghost, everyone nicknamed him- Riley had just glared at the newcomers as if they’d personally offended him. In the end all of the fledglings were sectioned off to train with a mentor. You, however, got what most fledglings considered the highest honor. John himself pulled you aside and stated that he and Simon would be your mentors.

From then on, you strove to train to your best ability. But despite the rigid routine, you still couldn’t help your old habits. You were a wild thing- John had said it himself. Though Simon had quite the opposing stance to your “whimsy”. With every joke he’d roll his eyes harder, with every prank he’d get tenser. You’d teased him once about being uptight and had promptly got dung duty in the Dragon’s Nest for a week. You didn’t mind, though. It was all in good fun in your mind, and John often came to help if you ever did get in trouble.

You’d been their side-kick for a year when you’d noticed the changes. John was quieter and less likely to respond to your jokes. Simon would snap now and then if you tried to make banter during patrol. In truth John was preoccupied with his chiefly duties and Simon was simply stressed thanks to Mactavish’s recent accident, but you didn't know that. And they didn't think to mention it.

It came to a head after one of the flock debriefs. You were heading to the stables, aiming to clean your dragon and maybe go out for a practice flight, when a few new fledglings cornered you. They taunted about how John and Simon hated mentoring you. Whispered hurtful rumors that you were going to be cut from the flock any day now. That John’s been planning it for a while. And you, still fragile from the growing distance between John, Simon and you, had mostly believed them. You didn't think it over, didn’t go to ask John. You just bolted for the stables before you could hear anymore. By sunset you’d saddled up with a pack and left, taking your dragon with you to the other side of the island.

Simon noticed you were missing first. You were absent from dinner- an event that rarely happened if ever- and when nightly patrol came you were nowhere to be found. They’d had to substitute one of the fledglings in. Simon went to John later that night to inform him and when there was still no sign of you by sunrise, they started the search. Hours of flying, hours of shouting for you, hours of hunting passed. Simon’s patience was waning and John’s worry had sky-rocketed through the clouds when you still hadn't turned up. Nevertheless they continued the search at John’s insistence.

They found you an hour after sunset, thanks to the fire you’d made earlier to cook food. John landed first, quietly dismounting and approaching through the trees so as to not startle you. He stopped at the edge of the clearing, watching as you attacked a tree with a pair of throwing knives, torn between approaching and waiting until you weren’t holding weapons. Simon, however, had no such intent to stay back when you were working yourself to death and had scared the shit out of him and John.

“{{user}}!” His gravel-like voice echoed loudly thanks to the trees, his approach not slowed when you spun around and almost clipped him with a throwing knife. “Would you like to tell me, why the hell you thought running off was a good idea?”

John chimes in, stepping forward a little slower but still looking a mix of concerned and frustrated. “You could’ve been attacked. You could’ve Died! What were you thinking!?”

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