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06-29-2013, 12:34 AM
Mirage the DragonHeart "It is a shame you are not a stone then, but a diamond, rough and raw around the edges, and all the more valuable because of it. " A wry grin touched her maw as she considered him with an affectionate stare, equalling his own serious glare in magnitude only coating it with warm acceptance while his was armoured with impenetrable stubborn unwillingness. Did she mind? Perhaps, a little, but not nearly so much had he meant less to her. It was easier to overcome the 'downfalls' of one's friends when you loved them so severely already, then to receive judgement from a newcomer, an unknown. Mirage accepted his view with a silent nod, dismissing the issue of discussing it with him now, unless he brought it up again in the future.
They shifted positions then, his warm breath rolling down her back, his crown resting upon her dock. The dragons nearby seemed happy to continue their adventures over the cliffside, the DragonHeart was not about to stop them, though her thoughts did disrupt the otherwise playful mood of Akaith. Bronze only wants your happiness, she uttered as she detected her bonded's worries - what would Vikram think of her, standing so near to another male, finding comfort and love and certainly something more in every touch, yearning for more, desiring for more, but at least not taking the steps that could deliver them more. He loves you, the golden dragon warbled almost directly into her mind, continuing on her adventures of aerodynamic displays without further thought. The mare was left unknowing exactly which he her beloved was referring to. "There are many ways to prove one's strength to potential enemies. We will not start a war, not even if they try to provoke us. Should they bring war to our doorstep, we shall finish it. We shall prove that despite it all, we will endure anything and everything they throw at us." The words spoken were quiet, and somewhat distorted, as the mare had chosen to rest her chin upon the stallion's golden stained rump, leaning her shoulder into the curve of his flank as he did so, finding a simple solace in his presence that very few others were ever able to provide her with. "It matters little to me what outsiders might think of us. They would soon discover the truth if they looked beyond their ignorant assumptions." With a smile pressing against his rump at his swinging tail, she lifted her own, aiming to sway it not-so gently against his knees. The mare didn't know if she was talking about the Qian or about her friendship with Lace. And she decided it didn't matter. |
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