24.Dec.13, 04:02 PM
Her first instinct had been to lash out with the touch along her back. Her body had stiffened and a hand moving before the gentle touch of Mizeath's voice and the soothing tone of the man next to her quickly killed the movement. A sob released from the knot in her throat as R'nya gathered her against him.
They wracked her body as scenes from the nightmare played host inside her thoughts. The only truth the nightmare had contained was the death of the man and his dragon. There had been no attempt to speak, no movement at all from the dead man. B'ker had died instantly when his fall had snapped his neck and Zhiranth had been eerily silent when he went between as Ameris had stared wide eyes at the lifeless face of the man she had barely known.
The chest beneath her cheek was wet when she finally gathered herself enough to pull away from him slightly. She found herself staring at a pair of bare feet as she collected her thoughts. Her chuckle was watery when she said, "R'nya. You haven't got any shoes on." A moment of her usual spirits shone in her eyes as she looked up into his face before it was clouded once more.
The fact that she had been crying and was once again soothed by the bronzerider was not lost on her. It would seem that R'nya would always come upon her at her weakest. She didn't mind it, she welcomed his calming influence. There was always a sense of safety attached to their encounters and Ameris would cherish them for the rest of her life.
"I saw them die," she began softly, "I saw them die and it's all my fault, R'nya. If I hadn't..." She swallowed hard as she fought against the gag that threatened. She couldn't retch on him. Retching would be a foul repayment, indeed, for his help.
They wracked her body as scenes from the nightmare played host inside her thoughts. The only truth the nightmare had contained was the death of the man and his dragon. There had been no attempt to speak, no movement at all from the dead man. B'ker had died instantly when his fall had snapped his neck and Zhiranth had been eerily silent when he went between as Ameris had stared wide eyes at the lifeless face of the man she had barely known.
The chest beneath her cheek was wet when she finally gathered herself enough to pull away from him slightly. She found herself staring at a pair of bare feet as she collected her thoughts. Her chuckle was watery when she said, "R'nya. You haven't got any shoes on." A moment of her usual spirits shone in her eyes as she looked up into his face before it was clouded once more.
The fact that she had been crying and was once again soothed by the bronzerider was not lost on her. It would seem that R'nya would always come upon her at her weakest. She didn't mind it, she welcomed his calming influence. There was always a sense of safety attached to their encounters and Ameris would cherish them for the rest of her life.
"I saw them die," she began softly, "I saw them die and it's all my fault, R'nya. If I hadn't..." She swallowed hard as she fought against the gag that threatened. She couldn't retch on him. Retching would be a foul repayment, indeed, for his help.