As Ophelia's cloven steps moved south, the beautiful stone sparkling in her long, pale tresses, Tinek remained behind. The moon was still wide and beautiful over head, and he felt too alive in this snow and frost to follow her into war - just yet. Sometimes he got irritated that his bond mate refused to stop and enjoy the moments that existed on for her, for them. She had a sense of duty and responsibility that she placed on her own shoulders, and Tinek was still unable to help carry that weight. The pressure was intense, and often, he just wanted to shove it all away so that she could be free.
Even though she did not remember him when the Sun God had taken away her memories, Tinek had been excited to see his bond mate smile. He would trade his own happiness for another moment where she was simply relaxed, calm and happy. The young dragon sighed a white puff of clouds and then rolled in the air, trying to find anyone to come join his bond mate in her fight. Though the idea of battle, especially against friends, did not sit well in his mind, he understood the necessity.
Eventually, a familiar white and dark spotted figure appeared in the distance, and he hovered for a moment. Tinek realized that this stallion had been injured before, and Ophelia had wanted to help. Oh, and he was the one with the stuck up owl. The young dragon snorted a little and then flew his direction, landing rather gracefully in the snow in front of the tall, powerful beast with the hairy hooves. Tinek was frustrated at his inability to communicate.
Why can they not speak, dragon? Bah!
Charades it is then. Tinek pointed in the direction of Ophelia, bounding in the snow a few steps out. Then, he turned back to the pale stallion and nodded his horned head in her direction. Come. Come.
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