Maea
Beware the darkness of dragons,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
The eagle may never have registered as a presence in the dragon's mind, had it not been for its shadow. It took only a moment for its wings to blot out the sun, to interrupt its daydreaming, but a second was enough to disrupt the sweet numbness she'd been sheltering in.
Suddenly she was aware again. Felt the sting of drying eyes, and how a pebble was lodging itself between chest plates tightly enough to bruise the skin beneath, and how when she bit down on the grit of sand it made her teeth grate unpleasantly. Heaving a reluctant sigh, she blinked slowly. Raised her head from its carcass imitation and followed the eagle's path across the sky with mixed feelings. Tempted to ignore it, peeved enough to maybe take out some frustration on it - apparently neither dense jungle nor scorching desert were remote enough to be left alone in - and it was only the recent encounter with Lena that made her pause and reconsider. Allowing for the possibility that it wasn't simply a bird like every other, that the sky wasn't actually hers alone to fly in...
In the end, her displeasure was expressed simply with a snort of dark breath that rose like a smoke ring into the sky. A moment later she sent the lizards and birds scattering by daring to move, stretching herself long and luxurious - like an oversized cat - and pushed up to sit, preening and cleaning to get the stubborn pebble out of her scales.
Suddenly she was aware again. Felt the sting of drying eyes, and how a pebble was lodging itself between chest plates tightly enough to bruise the skin beneath, and how when she bit down on the grit of sand it made her teeth grate unpleasantly. Heaving a reluctant sigh, she blinked slowly. Raised her head from its carcass imitation and followed the eagle's path across the sky with mixed feelings. Tempted to ignore it, peeved enough to maybe take out some frustration on it - apparently neither dense jungle nor scorching desert were remote enough to be left alone in - and it was only the recent encounter with Lena that made her pause and reconsider. Allowing for the possibility that it wasn't simply a bird like every other, that the sky wasn't actually hers alone to fly in...
In the end, her displeasure was expressed simply with a snort of dark breath that rose like a smoke ring into the sky. A moment later she sent the lizards and birds scattering by daring to move, stretching herself long and luxurious - like an oversized cat - and pushed up to sit, preening and cleaning to get the stubborn pebble out of her scales.
Beware the talons of power and fire,
Beware one who is not what she seems.
Beware one who is not what she seems.
