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07-26-2012, 12:24 AM
Ever was is satisfying to watch her quiet calm dissolve into vibrant happiness and open affection, knowing that it was their mutual love that granted her the opportunity to let what she felt show. That just made these moments all the sweeter, as they frolicked briefly in the waves before settling into one another's embrace. With her tucked beneath his chin and against his chest, he could not help but realize anew how small she was. It spawned protective feelings, that not so new realization. She was his to protect and cherish, though he shared her time and affection with others. That changed nothing.
It was with some relunctance that he let her withdraw from easy reach upon Akaith's demands. He wanted to keep Mirage near him always, though it was a selfish notion. But these lessons that were about to begin would lend him new expertise in his new skill, which would make it easier for him to defend her when it was necessary. A gentle snort escaped him at the dragon's display of fire, and he blew a wisp of smoke at her in return, golden eyes alight with good humor.
The pair chose to have the mare explain for him what he would need to do, and he listened quietly. He had managed to do some small things with his new ability, but hadn't been daring enough to do anything remotely big. Accidentally scorching someone or something was a valid concern in this arid heat.
Obediently he turned his attention inward toward the heart of the heat that warmed his body from within, gaze growing distant as he visualized to the best of his ability the image she painted with her words. In, he breathed, drawing air through his nares until his broad chest expanded. Out, through his mouth, feeling the fire within churn, rise. The flame that spewed from between his jaws was a weak streamer at first, though it strengthened and grew in length after a second as his exhalation steadied. But it was a short-lived creature, fluttering out mere seconds after it steadied.
Drawing in a shallower breath, the hybrid considered the after-effects of the fire. His mouth was dry now, and he could taste a burnt tang that he couldn't place. He chuckled then, when he realized that he could smell a hint of singed hair and recognized it to be a few whiskers. It had felt strange, feeling the heat flood up his throat in a milder, reverse flow of how it had come to be. But the heat was still there, inside. Dampened slightly by what he'd spent, but still there. His eyes focused once more, falling on his tutors. "That wasn't too bad." He said with an observational tone.
It was with some relunctance that he let her withdraw from easy reach upon Akaith's demands. He wanted to keep Mirage near him always, though it was a selfish notion. But these lessons that were about to begin would lend him new expertise in his new skill, which would make it easier for him to defend her when it was necessary. A gentle snort escaped him at the dragon's display of fire, and he blew a wisp of smoke at her in return, golden eyes alight with good humor.
The pair chose to have the mare explain for him what he would need to do, and he listened quietly. He had managed to do some small things with his new ability, but hadn't been daring enough to do anything remotely big. Accidentally scorching someone or something was a valid concern in this arid heat.
Obediently he turned his attention inward toward the heart of the heat that warmed his body from within, gaze growing distant as he visualized to the best of his ability the image she painted with her words. In, he breathed, drawing air through his nares until his broad chest expanded. Out, through his mouth, feeling the fire within churn, rise. The flame that spewed from between his jaws was a weak streamer at first, though it strengthened and grew in length after a second as his exhalation steadied. But it was a short-lived creature, fluttering out mere seconds after it steadied.
Drawing in a shallower breath, the hybrid considered the after-effects of the fire. His mouth was dry now, and he could taste a burnt tang that he couldn't place. He chuckled then, when he realized that he could smell a hint of singed hair and recognized it to be a few whiskers. It had felt strange, feeling the heat flood up his throat in a milder, reverse flow of how it had come to be. But the heat was still there, inside. Dampened slightly by what he'd spent, but still there. His eyes focused once more, falling on his tutors. "That wasn't too bad." He said with an observational tone.
