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09-10-2012, 06:44 AM
A fleck of gold in the trees above bounced between branches. The Thistle Meadow was a land between most others, and with the Qian being so widespread that they were, the little gold often found herself simply tracking their movements as they wandered from one place to another. While she had not followed the roany horse to the Veins, she could see the intense loneliness that haunted her. Akaith wished there was way she could help - even wished she could lay an clutch of eggs and have them all hatch before the young mare. But her children had never been inclined to be ones destined to bond with others - yet, anyway. Maybe one day, her children would bond with her bonded's own children. The thought made the little gold chitter with amusement, but was soon again forgotten, as something interesting was happening down below.
The scaly creature leaned over a branch to better observe the little femme, wrapping her strong tail around a branch, and around again to be sure that if she happened to lose grip, she would not plummet to the ground and make a huge disturbance. It had taken so long for her to learn subtlety, so many years of growing and learning with her bonded to blend in with one's surrounds and behave quietly, lest it be an occasion of celebration. With some surprise the little queen saw the apparition of a wolf appear before the appaloosa, and without hesitation, she flew from her perch to land upon Kiara's back. The dragon saw that the predator before them was but a ghost, but still felt the need to express her want of protecting the youth, and so flourished her wings artfully before tucking them back to her sides. Tilting her scaly head at the translucent canine, Akaith chirruped at her, and purred quietly to Kiara.
It was as if she said; "Be not sad, for we will help you escape your loneliness"
