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27.Aug.19, 05:59 PM
She'd been thinking about his reaction since the Hatching and the more she thought about it, the more she could see his point. It hadn't come from anything more than his desire to keep her from harm's way. Yelling? She could forgive that and had intended to express that at some point...soon when it was convenient. Honestly, she wasn't angry with him and even if she might have been, her anger dissipated quickly, like the last vestiges of a summer storm.
Sariel fiddled with the L'gan sized ring in her pocket she'd been carrying around since she'd ordered it at Gather. It was skybroom-wood, precious enough as it was and notoriously difficult to work with. It was inlaid with two metal bands encircling some sort of emerald and gold matter - Sariel wasn't sure what it was but it was beautiful and the last of its kind, or so the tradesman had said. Something ancient made into something lasting and new. It was apparently Thread-proof thanks to some sort of coating that had been buffed to a shine.
She let him speak without interruption, her eyes roaming his face as if she'd never really seen it before as she drank his presence in. The days always seemed to merge and fly as if they were dragon-sent. Surgical intervention was here and there, some more challenging than the next. But this was a Moment and she curtailed her ever-evolving thoughts on healing sharply to give him her whole attention. It was arresting, the way his words flowed in a very uniquely L'gan way. No one else could be him. She missed him in the in-between moments, the little pockets of calm where they could fit themselves into a bed and curl up.
"If I'll still have you?" an eyebrow winged upward and her lips pursed slightly as she withdrew the ring she'd had made for him in her closed palm. "I'd have no one but you if you wanted. We think so much alike, even in this," she murmured, shifting to reveal the ring. It gleamed in the light of the glows that enhanced the spun gold and green of the inlay. "I've loved you since before I carried our children into this world."
Sariel, with her steady but delicate touch, took his offered ring and left hers in its place.
"I love you, L'gan of Semath, even when you vex me." Her expression went from one emotion to the next as she leaned up a little more as if that'd make her any taller. It didn't. Her fingers touched his lips for a moment as if he might break.
She'd follow him between and she knew it as she touched the ring he'd given her. While the sentiment wasn't spoken, it was there in her eyes like a soft shadow to the joy. They had spaces they inhabited in each other's lives the lack of one or the other of them would leave holes no stitch could bind.
Sariel let out a soft huff, breaking herself from following the what-ifs that were always present.
"I do," she said, "of course, love Semath as much as you." That was evidenced as much in her free time spent leaning into the green or, often, dozing and tucked up against Semath's soft hide.
Sariel fiddled with the L'gan sized ring in her pocket she'd been carrying around since she'd ordered it at Gather. It was skybroom-wood, precious enough as it was and notoriously difficult to work with. It was inlaid with two metal bands encircling some sort of emerald and gold matter - Sariel wasn't sure what it was but it was beautiful and the last of its kind, or so the tradesman had said. Something ancient made into something lasting and new. It was apparently Thread-proof thanks to some sort of coating that had been buffed to a shine.
She let him speak without interruption, her eyes roaming his face as if she'd never really seen it before as she drank his presence in. The days always seemed to merge and fly as if they were dragon-sent. Surgical intervention was here and there, some more challenging than the next. But this was a Moment and she curtailed her ever-evolving thoughts on healing sharply to give him her whole attention. It was arresting, the way his words flowed in a very uniquely L'gan way. No one else could be him. She missed him in the in-between moments, the little pockets of calm where they could fit themselves into a bed and curl up.
"If I'll still have you?" an eyebrow winged upward and her lips pursed slightly as she withdrew the ring she'd had made for him in her closed palm. "I'd have no one but you if you wanted. We think so much alike, even in this," she murmured, shifting to reveal the ring. It gleamed in the light of the glows that enhanced the spun gold and green of the inlay. "I've loved you since before I carried our children into this world."
Sariel, with her steady but delicate touch, took his offered ring and left hers in its place.
"I love you, L'gan of Semath, even when you vex me." Her expression went from one emotion to the next as she leaned up a little more as if that'd make her any taller. It didn't. Her fingers touched his lips for a moment as if he might break.
She'd follow him between and she knew it as she touched the ring he'd given her. While the sentiment wasn't spoken, it was there in her eyes like a soft shadow to the joy. They had spaces they inhabited in each other's lives the lack of one or the other of them would leave holes no stitch could bind.
Sariel let out a soft huff, breaking herself from following the what-ifs that were always present.
"I do," she said, "of course, love Semath as much as you." That was evidenced as much in her free time spent leaning into the green or, often, dozing and tucked up against Semath's soft hide.
