I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
A dark, long shadow skims silently through the mist, suddenly banking to the left as if tugged by some invisible string. She knows where she’s going and keeps the straight line, an eerie screee muffled off the white-grey blanket. But Wessex hears it. She feels it, and turns to wait for her heart-and-soul to arrive. Unfortunately for Loki, she’s gotten just a tad too big to perch on Wessex’s shoulders any more, so the dragon zeroes in on the demigod’s feet, a cheeky reprimand for leaving her behind earlier.
And the Wraith allows herself to be knocked over, taking the impact of cat-sized dragon in good fun, and exaggerating Loki’s impact- just to puff her ego up a bit.
Not that the Loki’s ego needed to be puffed; she is, after all, the Wraith’s companion. In this case, the apple doesn’t far fall from the tree. The black dragon play-attacks her bonded, climbing up her legs and gently scrabbling at her with gentle claws, wings and legs spread to try and ‘keep’ the General pinned.
Neither of them see the angry eyes watching them from the fog-shrouded Oerwoud.
And the Wraith allows herself to be knocked over, taking the impact of cat-sized dragon in good fun, and exaggerating Loki’s impact- just to puff her ego up a bit.
Not that the Loki’s ego needed to be puffed; she is, after all, the Wraith’s companion. In this case, the apple doesn’t far fall from the tree. The black dragon play-attacks her bonded, climbing up her legs and gently scrabbling at her with gentle claws, wings and legs spread to try and ‘keep’ the General pinned.
Neither of them see the angry eyes watching them from the fog-shrouded Oerwoud.
WESSEX
