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05-13-2013, 10:45 PM
Careful contemplation was given by the youngest of the Dragonheart's daughters, the silver child who was just that little bit different, yet alike from her female relatives. She hung back a bit, watching as her twin and her mother each shared a single golden scale. There were no misgivings lurking in her heart, no. Merely deep thoughts for a young mind swirling in her head.
Golden eyes drifted from her family to Destrier, ears twitching as she thought about his request. Finally she piped up. "I'll give one." She bent her head about, attempting to pluck off one of the silvery scales that cascaded over her shoulder, but couldn't quite grasp one. Pleading eyes found Akaith, wordlessly requesting help. A happy thrum escaped her when that help was given, the little golden dragon coming over and helping her pick out a desired scale to donate.
At last three scales lay in the makeshift pouch, two gold and one silver. But young Semira was not quite done. With careful steps she approached Destrier, lithe tail swaying in the air behind her and wings partially outstretched to better maintain her balance. "If you want, I'm sure Father would give you one. Then you'd have all the different shiny colors." A cheeky little grin was offered the black steed, and the solemn moment was gone, shattered. The pieces strewn every which way as she whirled and scampered back to Mother, tucking herself beneath a protective wing, golden eyes peering back out at Destrier with a mischievous light.
Golden eyes drifted from her family to Destrier, ears twitching as she thought about his request. Finally she piped up. "I'll give one." She bent her head about, attempting to pluck off one of the silvery scales that cascaded over her shoulder, but couldn't quite grasp one. Pleading eyes found Akaith, wordlessly requesting help. A happy thrum escaped her when that help was given, the little golden dragon coming over and helping her pick out a desired scale to donate.
At last three scales lay in the makeshift pouch, two gold and one silver. But young Semira was not quite done. With careful steps she approached Destrier, lithe tail swaying in the air behind her and wings partially outstretched to better maintain her balance. "If you want, I'm sure Father would give you one. Then you'd have all the different shiny colors." A cheeky little grin was offered the black steed, and the solemn moment was gone, shattered. The pieces strewn every which way as she whirled and scampered back to Mother, tucking herself beneath a protective wing, golden eyes peering back out at Destrier with a mischievous light.
