Mydei the secret dromas whisperer? That being an express ticket into Anaxa's heart? More likely than you think...
It's still Monday in a few places ok 🥹❤️‍🩹 I hope you enjoyed this silly little threadfic 🫶

The next time Anaxa is in charge of a pair of dromas eggs, Mydei is there when one of them hatches.

Mydei nudges him. "At least this one didn't escape while you weren't looking."

"It will probably still find a way into your arms," Anaxa says with a teasing smile.

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Anaxa ignores the raised brow Hyacine shoots his way one day, or the pointed questions she whispers when Mydei leaves with her arrival.

He ignores her comment of, "At least now I know your health will be in good hands from now on, and I won't have to worry as much!"

He pulls Mydei closer; indulges in the taste and warmth that follows.

It turns out that Mydei makes for a good listener if the topic is to his interest. A fast learner, too—one with eager hands that can hold him with unsurprising strength.

Anaxa can't help but push things further. Can't help but wonder what other reactions he may coax out of the Ranger.

He can't help but notice how sunshine eyes start flicking lower. How they trace the curve of his mouth.

And Anaxa doesn't mind sharing the secrets it holds.

And it's surprisingly simple. Conversation flows and fades, and silence is comfortable. While Mydei holds and feeds Kokopo, the distance between their bodies gradually narrows—at first by accident, but the flush rising to Mydei's cheeks is too encouraging to ignore. Too enticing.

Because, as it turns out, that hatchling—named "Kokopo" by Mydei's suggestion—isn't the only dromas whom Mydei bewitches with ease. He stops by the lab more frequently as the days tick by, helping with the odd thing or another, especially when Hyacine is otherwise occupied.

"I understand. It's quite the armful," Mydei replies, standing proud and tall, the dromas looking awfully content in his hold. "I'll help carry the little guy back to your lab."

And that's how they walk back. That's how a tentative bond begins to grow between the two.

A moment passes. Anaxa clears his throat while the little dromas is now happily held in Mydei's—quite strong—arms.

"Very well, Mydei," Anaxa says, ignoring the way Mydei's smile subtly widens. "I had heard of the new Ranger. But as you can see, I've been preoccupied."

"...You are right," Anaxa concedes. Dromases—even freshly-hatched ones—are a great judge of character. To have one quite literally attempt to climb into your lap is no small feat. "Good thing it ran into you instead, Mister..."

"Mydei is enough, Sir Anaxagoras."

Oh.

Anaxa stares at the scene before him. This Ranger must have been the new recruit Hyacine had talked about with sparkling eyes. Usually she helps him at the lab, but he finds that she checks on /him/ more. As though to ensure he doesn't end up staying awake for 60 hours again.

"This little one came barreling towards me," the Ranger says, kneeling down to the dromas. It happily bumps its little head into his gloved hand. The corner of the man's mouth quirks upwards. "Who knows what kind of trouble it would've gotten itself into otherwise."

There's a flood of questions at the tip of Anaxa's tongue, but the man continues, "If anything, it's a good thing I happened to cross here." His features soften as he looks down to the youngling. The gentle attitude has Anaxa's shoulder relax somewhat.

"This area is off-limits," Anaxa says as he approaches. He keeps his pace slow, because the last thing he needs is for the dromas to decide it wants to explore the forest further.

The man tilts his head up; the hat he wears casts a dramatic shadow across his features. "Ranger."

Anaxa stops in his tracks. His heart is still racing from the half-sprint he just barely started, but he had been right. It couldn't have gone far. It hasn't. In fact, the young dromas is currently nuzzling against the leg of someone.

Someone he doesn't know.

Anaxa downs half of the coffee before he storms out of the lab. It's only been five minutes. It can't have gone far on it's own, and if someone had decided to take it out, then they'd regret it. Staff knows that his lab is off-limits without ample prior notice. So if anyone...

With a frown, Anaxa stares at the broken shell inside the incubator which mockingly hangs open. He had stepped into the bare-bones kitchen the room over for a cup of coffee.

Five minutes—that's all he had been gone for. Which is apparently long enough for this rascal to get out.

I'm trying to not make it look Too similar to the mnyxweek one but like. It's a good layout. But I fortunately still have time to decide on something cause I'm not rushing it on the final day for once 😭😭😭