In the night, a beckon resonated within the brood of the great blue. That same resonance that was felt when they were still young and within the embrace of the spine. Was that there, that massive skeleton protecting them from the two vile titan dragons truly my mother? What a dreadful day that was...forget! Forget now.
forget
FORGET
F O R G E T
Why could she not stop thinking of them? Why this night?
Seritargas closed her heart to the whispers as hard as she could, yet still, she heard the beckons. Like a bird in Autumn, she could not stay still.
That same, motherly call, infused with magic warm and comforting. Like the energy that nourished her when the world was her eggshell.
And then when it went silent...no.
Snapping her head into the air, only a quick stretch was required before Seritargas stepped out of her alcove. Looking left, looking right, only dead stillness and the low rumbles of resting dragons, both young and old were present. Maybe a little walk will do her good? Better be quiet though.
A foot here, a right paw over a curled tail.
One-two-four-three and her body crossed over into the open where a view of the western sea stretched as far as one could see.
Fresh hair.
Finally.
God Sheketh was hot. Spine cold, spine was good. But the memories, no. Fresh air, cool, good.
»Sister, you too? «
Seritargas turned her head so quickly to face him, it felt as she was accused of sin.
»Uh..me-too? «
In her shadow stood one of her kin, as tall as her, as bright-eyed as her. A dragon born of frost and magic, Narenos.
Shaking his cyan-skinned white-armoured head, he continued leading with his lightly bearded face. Seritargas followed him along the cliffside. »Can't sleep, huh? Apparently, it is just us... «
»Oh I fear, it's not what they, uh, call the 'parting?', « feared Seritargas, noticing a few more of her kin, either waking up or meandering nervously along the fortress bounds.
Truly, raised among the humans, elves and other kin of theirs, she never felt 'truly' authentic.
Here they flew for fun, sharing their gift with the two-legged folk.
Here they lived lives among knowledge and scholarship. Some dragons learning to read and write, speak with humans. But was her kind solitary? Communal?
But I am an animal.
The sentiment not necessarily shared among her other siblings. Narenos loved being book-smart!
»Perhaps? Or not, it does not feel inborn in me, or so I hope. It's a distinct call, it's our mother,« Narenos explained.
»Shouldn't we then gather the rest? «
»I believe not... «
They'll come themselves.
»Should we tell our keepers??? «
Narenos went silent.
Rhybus
forget
FORGET
F O R G E T
Why could she not stop thinking of them? Why this night?
Seritargas closed her heart to the whispers as hard as she could, yet still, she heard the beckons. Like a bird in Autumn, she could not stay still.
That same, motherly call, infused with magic warm and comforting. Like the energy that nourished her when the world was her eggshell.
And then when it went silent...no.
Snapping her head into the air, only a quick stretch was required before Seritargas stepped out of her alcove. Looking left, looking right, only dead stillness and the low rumbles of resting dragons, both young and old were present. Maybe a little walk will do her good? Better be quiet though.
A foot here, a right paw over a curled tail.
One-two-four-three and her body crossed over into the open where a view of the western sea stretched as far as one could see.
Fresh hair.
Finally.
God Sheketh was hot. Spine cold, spine was good. But the memories, no. Fresh air, cool, good.
»Sister, you too? «
Seritargas turned her head so quickly to face him, it felt as she was accused of sin.
»Uh..me-too? «
In her shadow stood one of her kin, as tall as her, as bright-eyed as her. A dragon born of frost and magic, Narenos.
Shaking his cyan-skinned white-armoured head, he continued leading with his lightly bearded face. Seritargas followed him along the cliffside. »Can't sleep, huh? Apparently, it is just us... «
»Oh I fear, it's not what they, uh, call the 'parting?', « feared Seritargas, noticing a few more of her kin, either waking up or meandering nervously along the fortress bounds.
Truly, raised among the humans, elves and other kin of theirs, she never felt 'truly' authentic.
Here they flew for fun, sharing their gift with the two-legged folk.
Here they lived lives among knowledge and scholarship. Some dragons learning to read and write, speak with humans. But was her kind solitary? Communal?
But I am an animal.
The sentiment not necessarily shared among her other siblings. Narenos loved being book-smart!
»Perhaps? Or not, it does not feel inborn in me, or so I hope. It's a distinct call, it's our mother,« Narenos explained.
»Shouldn't we then gather the rest? «
»I believe not... «
They'll come themselves.
»Should we tell our keepers??? «
Narenos went silent.
Rhybus