05.Sep.13, 05:17 PM
His eyes were electric in their intensity as Z'ia stared at her and Ameris was unable to look away. His words barely penetrated the grating fear that coated her mind but she tried desperately to heed them. "I can be calm," she whispered softly. She could. Or she could try. This was nothing like the time she'd lost Rislan. She hadn't been able to feel his fear as she could Mizeath's and the dragonet's fed her own. She nodded as his calm voice broke through more of the fear and she inhaled and exhaled deeply. She could be calm.
She breathed again as he brushed at the dampness that had slicked her face. She was surprised she didn't flinch away from the touch but he was so kind and so sweet that it was hard for Ameris to remember to just that. Her eyes followed the nod of his head to the blue that stood above them. The dragon didn't seem to be paying much attention, all his focus trained some where she couldn't quite see. "I can be calm, Zi'a," she said again as her fear began to wane and be replaced with worry. It was easy to find that center of herself with Z'ia, he projected such confidence and assurance. "I just need to find her."
Mizeath hissed as the rider began to speak to her. She didn't know him. Knew something of his dragon but didn't know him and her fright would not allow for him to be her friend just yet. Her eyes continued to whirl with vicious reds and whites, the colors twirling so quickly the colors muddied. She curled into a tighter ball as the man's brown sent gentle reassurances and words to her. They were not the ones she needed!
She breathed again as he brushed at the dampness that had slicked her face. She was surprised she didn't flinch away from the touch but he was so kind and so sweet that it was hard for Ameris to remember to just that. Her eyes followed the nod of his head to the blue that stood above them. The dragon didn't seem to be paying much attention, all his focus trained some where she couldn't quite see. "I can be calm, Zi'a," she said again as her fear began to wane and be replaced with worry. It was easy to find that center of herself with Z'ia, he projected such confidence and assurance. "I just need to find her."
Mizeath hissed as the rider began to speak to her. She didn't know him. Knew something of his dragon but didn't know him and her fright would not allow for him to be her friend just yet. Her eyes continued to whirl with vicious reds and whites, the colors twirling so quickly the colors muddied. She curled into a tighter ball as the man's brown sent gentle reassurances and words to her. They were not the ones she needed!