Spring was glorious, spring was warm. Spring brought new life to the world, brightened the mind and woke the trees and the grass and all the little tasty creatures that fed on them. Springtime would have been perfect, if it hadn't been for the silence in her mind.

Crouching on the ground, hidden between a pile of forgotten snow and a patch of spiring daffodils, the small dragon watched her bondmate graze from the sweet new vegetation. The wings were pressed tightly against the back, tail jerking in sharp snaps from side to side; prepared to pounce, ignorant and uncaring about the fact that the stallion was at least three times the size of herself.

Her mood was uncharacteristically foul. He was the source of it, the eclipse that made her unable to express the discontent the cause - ultimately though, it was the general feeling of boredom that made her take it out on the horse.
Wouldn't he come searching for her soon? She'd been hiding out of sight for a long time now, was it not bothering him? They were always together, but for the first time in her life, she couldn't search the mind or hear the thoughts, sense the feelings of the one who had always been there. Fajira was loath to admit it, but she was scared. Was it always going to be like this, would she never hear him speak to her again?

Unease clawed on her soul, threatening to cloud the brightness that was her core, and in a fit of temper she quietly turned around and slipped away from Lace, slender body slinking unnoticed through the grass and leaving him behind. Let him worry for a while; maybe he'd realize what he was doing wrong if he got a chance to miss her.

The sight of a white filly moving in the distance immediately caught the attention of the little dragon, and with a soft trill she took to the sky and flew towards her, keeping close to the ground to remain unnoticed. The winged babe was familiar; Fajira remembered the little bundle of sunshine that had been lying on the ground the day she was born, a hatchling surrounded by family and friends. She was one of those who Akaith called Qian, family - but she had grown so much since last time that only the wings and the intricate markings made the lizard recognize her.
Slipping closer, she took to stalking the gloriously white filly, sneaking around in her wake and pretending that the much bigger creature was a prey, dangerous but well worth taking down. It was a fun pastime, so interesting that she didn't notice the sleeping mare until she actually bumped into the soft nose.

A startled squawk left her and she skipped back and raised the wings on the back, prepared to fly off. Pale blue eyes wide as they looked at the sleeper who, even when lying on the side, towered above her lithe frame. More white. This was a good day, meeting so many lovely pale creatures. Fajira loved white, white was amazing and wonderful; surely a creature clad in white would never be truly bad. A soft purring sound escaped her, and in a daring move she padded closer on soft paws, intent on exploring the sleeping horse.