Mommar, Daddar, to the rescue!

The scream echoed through the tower and penetrated all the rooms.  When Kyler heard it, he turned his head in the direction it came from and walked into a wall.  When Zek heard it, he raised an eyebrow curiously but didn’t move from his position.  When Val heard it, he was curious but knew it didn’t concern him. 

But when Browen and Ling heard it, they both immediately dropped everything and rushed to the source.

They met at the same time, entering the room at full force.  Ling was tense and fighting to keep her dragon contained inside, though it stayed on the surface waiting to be called out.  Browen’s usually gentle eyes were on fire, claws out, ready to destroy anyone who dared mean them harm.

They expected to find an intruder, a robber, a thief, something like that but instead they just saw their toddler of a dragonell standing up on her bed, screaming like a banshee.  She was gripping the baseboard so tight her knuckles practically matched her colorless eyes, her tail tucked under her dress.  She didn’t even look at her parents as she screamed again, staring down at her wooden toys.

Both Browen and Ling forced themselves to relax.  Taking a deep breath, Ling walked over to the drackling, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her onto her lap.  “Itty bitty one,” she said petting her softly as the child whimpered.  “What’s wrong?”

“Mommar!  There’s a monster!”  Lyf screeched, clinging to her mother tightly.  Browen sighed and looked around wondering where Kana had run off. 

“There is no such thing as monsters,” Browen said in a soft but stern voice.  That wasn’t entirely true.  There were ‘monsters’ out there but none she should be afraid of; and none of which were in the room currently.  He started to pick up her toys, to which she screamed (a little softer this time), pointing at the tipped over train.

“Daddar no!  It’ll get you!!”  Her eyes were wide in terror. 

Browen raised an eyebrow and looked at the train, slowly picking it up.  Lyf pulled at her mother’s hair, trying to hide in it.  Ling winced but didn’t stop her as a small, black spider was revealed.

“This is what you are scared of?”  Browen asked looking down at it.  The spider didn’t move.  Probably just as scared as she was. 

“Itty bitty, it’s only a spider.”  Ling said pulling her hair back from the girl, petting her once more.  “It’s harmless.”

“I don’t like it…”  Lyf said huffing her cheeks, her tail flicking in annoyance like a cats would. 

“Then I’ll get rid of it,” Browen said lifting his foot up to smash the thing.

“NO!”  Lyf screamed right away, stopping him dead in his tracks.  Both Ling and Browen looked at the little girl who flushed and tried to hide behind her mom again.  “Daddar don’t hurt it…”  She said in a muffled voice.

Browen looked at Ling, unamused, but he leaned down and scooped up the spider instead.  Lyf ‘meeped’ and hid behind her mom again as Browen left out the door to put the arachnid outside.  Ling couldn’t help but smile, kissing the top of her daughters’ head.  “That was very kind of you Lyf.”

Lyf huffed softly looking up at her mom, “I don’t like it…  But it dinit hurt me…  So I don’t wanna hurt it.”  She explained.

Ling only smiled more and nodded, “that’s still very kind of you little one.  I’m sure the spider is very appreciative.” 

Browen returned soon later, looking at his mate and their young.  “Better?”  He asked, needed to get back to his work.

Lyf smiled and nodded, climbing out of Ling’s arms, going over to her dad to give him a big hug instead.  “Thank you Daddar!”

“You are very welcome,” he said leaning down to kiss her forehead.  She then turned and sat back down by her other toys, playing with them quietly.  Both Ling and Browen glanced at each other before smiling.