Perhaps she was naive to the consequences that she could face in this courtship, but quite honestly, she didn't care. Intellectually, she understood that she could be pregnant as a result of whatever tantalizing games she and this stallion could play, but her upbringing left her to believe that bearing children was as easy and simple as letting a group raise the child. While she would never abandon her future children (as she vowed to never cow in fear like the bitch of a mother who did not deserve that title), she was under the impression that they were not just her own to parent.
Surely they would be safe in the Dragon's Throat beneath a sky of watchful wings and a ground of supportive smiles. Aithniel believed in this with her whole heart and thus shoved any negative side effects to the farthest reaches of her mind where they could nag without her noticing. Back there, somewhere in a corner, was Rikyn's frowning face, but he could also go to hell.
Even the stallion's name was fitting to him, she thought as she quickly turned toward the present. He was as shocking as a volt of spark and as firm as the earth - terra firma. Would her name inspire any of the same feelings? Was it fitting? Powerful and violent as she felt in her soul? With a step closer, she challenged, taking a deep breath to say her own name with as much resounding strength as she could. "Aithniel," she said in return. An angel of fire. Absently she wondered what language and words he muttered, but to be quite frank, she was too singularly focused to care.
"So, are we doing this or what?" she challenged again, one side of her lips turning up into a smirk. The molten silver of her eyes churned as she stood fast, oblivious to past relationships and burning with desire. Perhaps if she had known his tumultuous path, she would have taken pause, but there was no reason for it now. There were no reasons here at all, really. All they knew of each other were their names and fighting ability, and that was enough.
With her lips curled back a little, she nipped as his shoulder, never having learned a courtship dance that did not mirror the battlefield. Perhaps she would be more successful here than she was in an actual spar.
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