Post by Amelya Varrus on Nov 30, 2010 9:42:17 GMT -5
The summer evening was alive with warmth being tugged along by the receding light, pushed off as the black blue mass fought to edge it's way into the throne known simply as the sky.
'1' The thought came to her, sitting among the green of grass leaned against a mountain black as coal.
'2' Her breath was slow, allowing her ears to reach out great distances. Pleased to find not a thing to run their senses over.
'3' Another breath not hers, it stirred reserved and deep. Like a wind in a cavern it was consuming but silent beneath the faintest details.
'4' Her heart beat thumped quietly. Memory coming through for her and she knew what to compare it to. With a smile she thought of drowning, all the noise smothered by a great deep bass line that wrapped itself about you. The beating heart the last thing that stills.
'5' It was times like this she wished they'd never have to move again. But day would come, followed by night. The immeasurable turning of the tiny planet was force forward the rusted cogs of life.
'6' Six the thought echoed in her head as a conclusion, distant sounds of the city at the base of the mountain catching up to them.
Amelya looked up to Illyan, still, mighty, and at this moment unrestrained. He was the mountain she rest against, coal black scales that rose and fell. The mountains in British Columbia were lovely, perhaps if only for how reclusive they could be when you tried.
So many years, each a blessing and a curse.
How long could these mighty claws and thick scales protect her, how long could these grand wings carry her with him.
The question burned his mind with an anxious heat that he abandoned in deeper breaths.
'As long as he could'
A simple answer, one that almost definitely excluded the rest of his life. This was a peaceful evening though, one not meant for dwelling on the future, but the present, something he often had trouble doing. The Endless Eyed One cracked open the scaled seals upon the voids of his sight, he needed to assure she was still there. Such a tiny body held no weight against his own, it wrought uncertainty.
The sky turned dark and Amelya yawned and stretched out her arms, sleep assailing her.
"Illyan" Her voice rang about the air.
He'd pretended not to be looking at her when she turned to face him. Her lifted arms told his once more attentive eyes what she wished.
"Tommorrow we'll go into town. Let's get a treat."
The Dragon carefully shifted away from her, turning his thick neck sideways to allow his mane to drape low enough for the small girl to reach, he paused to let her take hold and twisted his body slowly up to allow her to lay in the thick warm fur.
Amelya's declaration was a pleasant one, even if the city meant hiding away and being lost to the bustle. For different reasons he was aware neither of them liked it there.
It wasn't so terrible though, she'd said they would get sweets while there, that was incentive.
"Goodnight... Amelya" Illyan-Sehvrael cracked as softly as a Dragon of his size could manage. The pause he'd given previously was conceivably enough for her to have fallen asleep before hearing it.
Even if few, or unheard sometimes, words were needed.
There were to few words before, though...
There were also to many.
A long night. A pleasant, long, night.
Illyan did not advance upon sleeps gates for very long at any one time, content to rest and watch. The small one needed her sleep much more than he.
Sleep was dreamless, dull, pleasant but something she couldn't necessarily quantify to real experience.
The golden light struck fiercly up to the darkness.
Brandishing simply the fact it was dawn like a halberd, lethal and unapproachable.
Something the night could not question, and so left.
Illyan descended the mountain through the forest side, into the cover as to avoid unwanted eyes, something Amelya understood by now, was that he demanded it be this way despite her friend hating it so. She couldn't fathom such a beast being in any danger in front of a human, on some occasions she found the energy to question him but always the answer was the same.
He would shake his head, think long and hard, then denounce the idea. Again reaffirming that the masses were dangerous when confronted with the unknown.
Once she'd been daft enough to suggest killing them if they saw him...
Something she'd regret after seeing the anger in his eyes, it was like being back in that storm, unable to breath, drowning merely in his eyes with no comfort of silence.
Once they were as close as the hundred foot long scaled monstrosity could get them undetected, he signaled for Amelya to hold tightly with a grunt and a waver of his head before lowering his mane and her slowly to the ground.
Now free of her, Illyan stretched and then revealed the large sack tight around his neck like a pendant, placing it so that Amelya could free her simple wheelchair and unfold it before he shrunk down to an unfathomable size, one that was quite contrary to the expressions typical use.
Like a plush toy or a pet lizard, the black and white beast fluttered up, able to sit on Amelya's lap, greeted by her smile, amused by how adorable he was at this size every time she saw him.
Somewhere along the trip Illyan managed to retreat into the small backpack, stealing subtle blue glances at the scenery they passed.
'1' He thought deeply, such a racket did exude from such an unstable crowd of individuals.
'2'The vehicles stormed by, a blur of weight and speed capable of so much damage, casually accepted, ignored, and abused by humanity. The blooded hand at the step of such pile of corpses.
'3'If Dragons were monsters, capable of feeling, thinking, and relenting.
These inventions with so much more death at their feet were true abominations.
'4' Amelya stirred in agitation in the chair, he could feel less care in how she handled it. It wasn't a surprise she wanted to be rid of all of this though.
'5' Five, the thought was conclusive as they pushed their way into the door with a ring of a bell. It was much quieter in here. A library, his stolen glances told him. Not yet to the store.
It seemed his young friend needed a break from it all before pushing on.
'1' The thought came to her, sitting among the green of grass leaned against a mountain black as coal.
'2' Her breath was slow, allowing her ears to reach out great distances. Pleased to find not a thing to run their senses over.
'3' Another breath not hers, it stirred reserved and deep. Like a wind in a cavern it was consuming but silent beneath the faintest details.
'4' Her heart beat thumped quietly. Memory coming through for her and she knew what to compare it to. With a smile she thought of drowning, all the noise smothered by a great deep bass line that wrapped itself about you. The beating heart the last thing that stills.
'5' It was times like this she wished they'd never have to move again. But day would come, followed by night. The immeasurable turning of the tiny planet was force forward the rusted cogs of life.
'6' Six the thought echoed in her head as a conclusion, distant sounds of the city at the base of the mountain catching up to them.
Amelya looked up to Illyan, still, mighty, and at this moment unrestrained. He was the mountain she rest against, coal black scales that rose and fell. The mountains in British Columbia were lovely, perhaps if only for how reclusive they could be when you tried.
~
So many years, each a blessing and a curse.
How long could these mighty claws and thick scales protect her, how long could these grand wings carry her with him.
The question burned his mind with an anxious heat that he abandoned in deeper breaths.
'As long as he could'
A simple answer, one that almost definitely excluded the rest of his life. This was a peaceful evening though, one not meant for dwelling on the future, but the present, something he often had trouble doing. The Endless Eyed One cracked open the scaled seals upon the voids of his sight, he needed to assure she was still there. Such a tiny body held no weight against his own, it wrought uncertainty.
~
The sky turned dark and Amelya yawned and stretched out her arms, sleep assailing her.
"Illyan" Her voice rang about the air.
He'd pretended not to be looking at her when she turned to face him. Her lifted arms told his once more attentive eyes what she wished.
"Tommorrow we'll go into town. Let's get a treat."
~
The Dragon carefully shifted away from her, turning his thick neck sideways to allow his mane to drape low enough for the small girl to reach, he paused to let her take hold and twisted his body slowly up to allow her to lay in the thick warm fur.
Amelya's declaration was a pleasant one, even if the city meant hiding away and being lost to the bustle. For different reasons he was aware neither of them liked it there.
It wasn't so terrible though, she'd said they would get sweets while there, that was incentive.
"Goodnight... Amelya" Illyan-Sehvrael cracked as softly as a Dragon of his size could manage. The pause he'd given previously was conceivably enough for her to have fallen asleep before hearing it.
Even if few, or unheard sometimes, words were needed.
There were to few words before, though...
There were also to many.
A long night. A pleasant, long, night.
Illyan did not advance upon sleeps gates for very long at any one time, content to rest and watch. The small one needed her sleep much more than he.
~
Sleep was dreamless, dull, pleasant but something she couldn't necessarily quantify to real experience.
The golden light struck fiercly up to the darkness.
Brandishing simply the fact it was dawn like a halberd, lethal and unapproachable.
Something the night could not question, and so left.
Illyan descended the mountain through the forest side, into the cover as to avoid unwanted eyes, something Amelya understood by now, was that he demanded it be this way despite her friend hating it so. She couldn't fathom such a beast being in any danger in front of a human, on some occasions she found the energy to question him but always the answer was the same.
He would shake his head, think long and hard, then denounce the idea. Again reaffirming that the masses were dangerous when confronted with the unknown.
Once she'd been daft enough to suggest killing them if they saw him...
Something she'd regret after seeing the anger in his eyes, it was like being back in that storm, unable to breath, drowning merely in his eyes with no comfort of silence.
~
Once they were as close as the hundred foot long scaled monstrosity could get them undetected, he signaled for Amelya to hold tightly with a grunt and a waver of his head before lowering his mane and her slowly to the ground.
Now free of her, Illyan stretched and then revealed the large sack tight around his neck like a pendant, placing it so that Amelya could free her simple wheelchair and unfold it before he shrunk down to an unfathomable size, one that was quite contrary to the expressions typical use.
Like a plush toy or a pet lizard, the black and white beast fluttered up, able to sit on Amelya's lap, greeted by her smile, amused by how adorable he was at this size every time she saw him.
Somewhere along the trip Illyan managed to retreat into the small backpack, stealing subtle blue glances at the scenery they passed.
'1' He thought deeply, such a racket did exude from such an unstable crowd of individuals.
'2'The vehicles stormed by, a blur of weight and speed capable of so much damage, casually accepted, ignored, and abused by humanity. The blooded hand at the step of such pile of corpses.
'3'If Dragons were monsters, capable of feeling, thinking, and relenting.
These inventions with so much more death at their feet were true abominations.
'4' Amelya stirred in agitation in the chair, he could feel less care in how she handled it. It wasn't a surprise she wanted to be rid of all of this though.
'5' Five, the thought was conclusive as they pushed their way into the door with a ring of a bell. It was much quieter in here. A library, his stolen glances told him. Not yet to the store.
It seemed his young friend needed a break from it all before pushing on.
~
