Aurelia
these nightmares all bend
silver linings are all i need
silver linings are all i need
Her dark brows lift in subtle challenge at his little wing flare but, even though it would appease her urge, she doesn't make any further displays to threaten him. With Maeve's voice cutting through their tension, it's obvious that he's a familiar to her. A companion.
Aurelia does not understand this bond. At least, not beyond a surface level. Sure, she knows there is a connection. She can even see it, as he goes to curl up beside Maeve and they have this uncanny ability to communicate without visibly communicating. She feels a pang of jealousy at the sight of this, though she doesn't know why and that draws her jaw shut tight.
But Maeve tells her to come say hi, and she purses her lips awkwardly at first. "Er-"
"I don't think he much likes me..." she mumbles reluctantly, though her feet still move towards them anyway. Why, she doesn't know that either. Maybe it's simply because Maeve told her to.
Leaning over slightly, she gives the dragon a friendlier half-smile and offers her hand for him to sniff... or something. Is that what she's supposed to do?
"We both have a bit of fire in us, don't we?" Her tone softens, tilting her head slightly as she summons a much less threatening display. A little flame, no bigger than one that the wick of a candle might create, dances along her fingertips as she wiggles them to the movement. "That's alright, just means we're stronger together, right?" She doesn't know if he can understand her words, but perhaps the tone of her voice is enough to mend the offense she caused moments prior.
At that, she closes her fingers into her palm and the flame disappears. Glancing up at Maeve briefly, she moves away to the kitchen to begin preparing a meal. "Alright, I'll get something started for you," she announces, sighing heavily. Pots and pans clatter a bit as she figures out a plan on what to make.
Eventually she decides on a rich plate of rice and fish. It's admittedly a style of cooking she's developed from Milo, but she thinks it'll be easy on the stomach. Hopefully. She also grabs some fresh veggies to add into the mix.
"So..." she starts from where she stands, flipping the meat and glancing up, "When did you get a companion?" She's hoping to distract Maeve, just for the moment, before they return to the heavier subject.
Aurelia does not understand this bond. At least, not beyond a surface level. Sure, she knows there is a connection. She can even see it, as he goes to curl up beside Maeve and they have this uncanny ability to communicate without visibly communicating. She feels a pang of jealousy at the sight of this, though she doesn't know why and that draws her jaw shut tight.
But Maeve tells her to come say hi, and she purses her lips awkwardly at first. "Er-"
"I don't think he much likes me..." she mumbles reluctantly, though her feet still move towards them anyway. Why, she doesn't know that either. Maybe it's simply because Maeve told her to.
Leaning over slightly, she gives the dragon a friendlier half-smile and offers her hand for him to sniff... or something. Is that what she's supposed to do?
"We both have a bit of fire in us, don't we?" Her tone softens, tilting her head slightly as she summons a much less threatening display. A little flame, no bigger than one that the wick of a candle might create, dances along her fingertips as she wiggles them to the movement. "That's alright, just means we're stronger together, right?" She doesn't know if he can understand her words, but perhaps the tone of her voice is enough to mend the offense she caused moments prior.
At that, she closes her fingers into her palm and the flame disappears. Glancing up at Maeve briefly, she moves away to the kitchen to begin preparing a meal. "Alright, I'll get something started for you," she announces, sighing heavily. Pots and pans clatter a bit as she figures out a plan on what to make.
Eventually she decides on a rich plate of rice and fish. It's admittedly a style of cooking she's developed from Milo, but she thinks it'll be easy on the stomach. Hopefully. She also grabs some fresh veggies to add into the mix.
"So..." she starts from where she stands, flipping the meat and glancing up, "When did you get a companion?" She's hoping to distract Maeve, just for the moment, before they return to the heavier subject.
so please just hold onto me
these demons, they're old to me
these demons, they're old to me
