08.Aug.19, 11:53 AM
She was of a mind with M'ris, the clutch should not have ever been but what could she do? What could they do when Mizeath declared them dragons just the same? The touching had been terrible, terrifying and outrageous. Mizeath should have smashed them then.
The gold had a point.
Mizeath settled into her usual spot, watching with swiftly whirling eyes as her girl and the boy made their way towards M'ris. What would the clutch sired by a blue portent? Ameris was not the most suspicious type, in fact she really wasn't, her mind far too practical for the ramblings of suspicion but even here and now, she could feel the tendrils of it.
"Everything will be fine," she told M'ris as she let her eyes drift over his strong face before turning them to the sands. Everything would be fine. There was no choice now. No avenue they could take. Nothing they could do to change what would come. Ameris could feel those fingers of suspicion snagging and snagging. "Everything will be fine," she repeated and didn't know who she was trying to convince.
I really wish you hadn't stopped her.