Lena
There were greater things in those moments over hidden and undiscovered flowers; future companions with wings and connections, and she could soften the billowing expanse of her diminishing expectations with a soft and gracious smile. “That would be lovely. I’d be honored.” She thought back to her sister’s own dragon, who occasionally still flew in and out of the Celestine gardens, or of all the others met along the road and ways. “Did you ask for a specific kind?” For air, fire, ice…or maybe it didn’t matter. A bond was a bond, after all.
But then she was in the air, and perhaps glad that the Attuned measures of her desperation didn’t flicker out towards the Dragoon. It wasn’t like her to be so diminished and discouraged, and she loathed those sentiments too. So instead of being prey to them, she soared, silver and rose outstretched and swiftly alighting over rocks and rooks and crannies, believing one last surge of drifting along thermals would release something -
But that wasn’t how the world worked and she returned just as empty as before. Shifting back left her amidst the shallower ends of the warm pool, and she tucked her legs against her chest, resting her forehead against her knees. “Right,” she agreed, but it was muffled and disjointed. The possibilities Zavien presented were perfectly plausible, but she’d still had her heart set on doing something other than remaining ineffectual time and time again. And maybe that was the problem – believing herself capable at all. Turning her head so her cheek rested on her limbs instead, and mostly covered in the water, she glanced back at his grin and sighed, now afraid she was ruining the outing with her melancholy. Forcing her own smile, she twisted back around to glance at the wider expanse, taking in long, deep breaths. “I think I had hopes of finally fighting back, you know?” Gaining flowers so they could restore a world ransacked and infected. Achieving something instead of drifting and aching for an opportunity. Striving and trying and not just simmering beneath it all.
But then she was in the air, and perhaps glad that the Attuned measures of her desperation didn’t flicker out towards the Dragoon. It wasn’t like her to be so diminished and discouraged, and she loathed those sentiments too. So instead of being prey to them, she soared, silver and rose outstretched and swiftly alighting over rocks and rooks and crannies, believing one last surge of drifting along thermals would release something -
But that wasn’t how the world worked and she returned just as empty as before. Shifting back left her amidst the shallower ends of the warm pool, and she tucked her legs against her chest, resting her forehead against her knees. “Right,” she agreed, but it was muffled and disjointed. The possibilities Zavien presented were perfectly plausible, but she’d still had her heart set on doing something other than remaining ineffectual time and time again. And maybe that was the problem – believing herself capable at all. Turning her head so her cheek rested on her limbs instead, and mostly covered in the water, she glanced back at his grin and sighed, now afraid she was ruining the outing with her melancholy. Forcing her own smile, she twisted back around to glance at the wider expanse, taking in long, deep breaths. “I think I had hopes of finally fighting back, you know?” Gaining flowers so they could restore a world ransacked and infected. Achieving something instead of drifting and aching for an opportunity. Striving and trying and not just simmering beneath it all.
little more like coming home
