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07-14-2012, 11:38 PM
Though weary, he could sense something of the turmoil within Mirage, and his expression was quietly curious as he watched her. That sense of her began to fade though, as Akaith unwound herself from his mind. For a moment he was alarmed by the unexpected sense of loss that came with having the gold's consciousness draw away from him. Then he became thoughtful as he accepted the distance again. Was that what it was like to have a dragon? To have another wound that close to you, heart to heart, mind to mind? Already the vague glimmerings of understanding were fading from his exhausted mind, though he struggled to retain as much as he could, which was precious little.
The dragon settled beside him then, seemingly replacing her mental presence with her physical one. He bent his muzzle toward her, wondering. He decided that he'd like to have that sort of bond with a full-blooded dragon himself. It was a thought he'd had before, one mulled over and contemplated. But now he was firm on the decision, though he wasn't in a huge rush to seek out an egg. It would occurr in due time, he was sure. In the meanwhile, he was content to spend time with Akaith, whenever it was allowed.
Ears tilted to catch the mare's words, and he chuckled softly at the memory inspired by her reference. "Yes well, we are not equally practised in accepting that help." His voice was low, but was becoming increasingly steady. The words no longer rasped their way out of his throat, but that didn't mean there was no discomfort associated with the task of speech. His expression was one of warm amusement as he regarded her. No irritation lurked beneath the surface, for he'd accepted the fact of her fierce independence and relunctance to depend on others. It was his task to chip away at her and Akaith so that they'd think to ask before turning to such drastic measures, or be in the right place at the right time to aid them. And now he had one more tool to facillitate that. Once he'd mastered it.
The dragon settled beside him then, seemingly replacing her mental presence with her physical one. He bent his muzzle toward her, wondering. He decided that he'd like to have that sort of bond with a full-blooded dragon himself. It was a thought he'd had before, one mulled over and contemplated. But now he was firm on the decision, though he wasn't in a huge rush to seek out an egg. It would occurr in due time, he was sure. In the meanwhile, he was content to spend time with Akaith, whenever it was allowed.
Ears tilted to catch the mare's words, and he chuckled softly at the memory inspired by her reference. "Yes well, we are not equally practised in accepting that help." His voice was low, but was becoming increasingly steady. The words no longer rasped their way out of his throat, but that didn't mean there was no discomfort associated with the task of speech. His expression was one of warm amusement as he regarded her. No irritation lurked beneath the surface, for he'd accepted the fact of her fierce independence and relunctance to depend on others. It was his task to chip away at her and Akaith so that they'd think to ask before turning to such drastic measures, or be in the right place at the right time to aid them. And now he had one more tool to facillitate that. Once he'd mastered it.
