22.Nov.13, 02:41 PM
His hand tightened around hers when she laced their fingers together. He was patient as he waited for her to speak. He wished he could understand how she felt. How much losing out on impressing felt for her. But it was difficult. He'd never had to worry about it. Never had to feel the pain. And it took a lot for him not to gather her up and hold her close.
The tear streaking down her face horrified him. He'd seen her cry earlier. But it had been dark outside and the sight of her tears had been hidden from his view. In the soft light of his hut, the tears were visible to him and there was nothing he could do. His free hand came up as she turned her face away and his thumb rubbed her cheek dry, "Don't cry Vee. Don't cry. Are you trying to kill me?" He tried for light but his voice broke at the end. She would kill him with her tears.
Her gripe on his hand was tight and painful but he didn't remove his fingers from him. And when she whispered to him he just couldn't take it any long and gather her into his arms. He moved quick, before she could protest, and lifted her gently from the chair to take her place. He settled her sweetly in his lap and wrapped his arms around her. "You go on Vee! You keep trying! Little Mizeath and Wydrith just weren't right for you," he insisted, "There will be other clutches. There will be other dragons. One day soon it'll be your time! You just have to keep your hope."
Ironth crooned at the pair from outside. He could feel both of their distress. K'ton's because K'ton was his, and he felt Vaelya's just as clearly because his rider could feel it and K'ton didn't know what to do about it.All will be well, he spoke to them gently. His eyes had taken a grey tone again at the strength of their feelings on the matter and K'ton fought to control his emotions. He smoothed a hand down her hair before placing a chaste kiss against her temple. "Everything will work out how its supposed to," he said forcibly.
The tear streaking down her face horrified him. He'd seen her cry earlier. But it had been dark outside and the sight of her tears had been hidden from his view. In the soft light of his hut, the tears were visible to him and there was nothing he could do. His free hand came up as she turned her face away and his thumb rubbed her cheek dry, "Don't cry Vee. Don't cry. Are you trying to kill me?" He tried for light but his voice broke at the end. She would kill him with her tears.
Her gripe on his hand was tight and painful but he didn't remove his fingers from him. And when she whispered to him he just couldn't take it any long and gather her into his arms. He moved quick, before she could protest, and lifted her gently from the chair to take her place. He settled her sweetly in his lap and wrapped his arms around her. "You go on Vee! You keep trying! Little Mizeath and Wydrith just weren't right for you," he insisted, "There will be other clutches. There will be other dragons. One day soon it'll be your time! You just have to keep your hope."
Ironth crooned at the pair from outside. He could feel both of their distress. K'ton's because K'ton was his, and he felt Vaelya's just as clearly because his rider could feel it and K'ton didn't know what to do about it.