26.Aug.12, 06:06 PM
"I hate that song," he growled.
Jada spun one foot, face blissfully neutral. "It's one of my favorites." she told him. "Always was. I used to wonder why the dragons went away, and my mother told me they got sick. It was only when my father died that I realized what had happened to the dragons. They had gone away, just like my father. There was no one left to keep me safe, or raise me up," her eyes closed, remembering the way her father would lift her above his head, "And up." The dragons had died, and her father was gone, and her mother had lied.
"Dragons aren't like that any more." he said, his voice bland, and Jada opened her eyes, scowling and wrinkling her nose.
"You're wrong." she told him bluntly. "Dragons are just as they have always been, it is the Dragon Riders who have changed. You're not that much younger than me, if you're not older. You remember your history." Her mind raced, trying to think of some way to make him understand. "Sanderon, if you had a lover? She- or he- is as close to you as anyone you have ever known. Just seeing them happy fills you with joy. Every smile, every breath, is something shared between you. You have no secrets, no lies. It isn't always bliss, of course, because you are disparate people, but your love is something tangible between you."
There was a point to it coming, if he stayed patient with her. Jada would be patient with him, try and share her views- even if he never accepted, she aimed for him to understand. And this was the best way she could think of to share with him...
"And then one day, they start coughing. An innocent little thing, isn't it? Water, down the wrong way. They are fine. And the next day? They blame the cough on the season, on a chill. And then one morning you wake up and your lover is wracked with fever, an infection perhaps. What would you do?"
Jada spun one foot, face blissfully neutral. "It's one of my favorites." she told him. "Always was. I used to wonder why the dragons went away, and my mother told me they got sick. It was only when my father died that I realized what had happened to the dragons. They had gone away, just like my father. There was no one left to keep me safe, or raise me up," her eyes closed, remembering the way her father would lift her above his head, "And up." The dragons had died, and her father was gone, and her mother had lied.
"Dragons aren't like that any more." he said, his voice bland, and Jada opened her eyes, scowling and wrinkling her nose.
"You're wrong." she told him bluntly. "Dragons are just as they have always been, it is the Dragon Riders who have changed. You're not that much younger than me, if you're not older. You remember your history." Her mind raced, trying to think of some way to make him understand. "Sanderon, if you had a lover? She- or he- is as close to you as anyone you have ever known. Just seeing them happy fills you with joy. Every smile, every breath, is something shared between you. You have no secrets, no lies. It isn't always bliss, of course, because you are disparate people, but your love is something tangible between you."
There was a point to it coming, if he stayed patient with her. Jada would be patient with him, try and share her views- even if he never accepted, she aimed for him to understand. And this was the best way she could think of to share with him...
"And then one day, they start coughing. An innocent little thing, isn't it? Water, down the wrong way. They are fine. And the next day? They blame the cough on the season, on a chill. And then one morning you wake up and your lover is wracked with fever, an infection perhaps. What would you do?"