Anju
They don’t make it far. Riya is unharmed, but she would never abandon her sister, and though the wound is mostly cauterized by the electricity that had caused it, the pain alone is enough to slow Anju’s pace not long after her escape.
Riya’s worry is a pulling, nudging, pleading thing. Begging Anju for one more step, one more minute, just a little further. Already the Bernese-sized dragon has left the skies to plod alongside her sister, providing a sleek, scaly shoulder for the Dragoon to sag heavily against as they stagger side-by-side across the sands. Until Anju can’t go much further, and she sinks down with a grunt. Riya’s sharp, objecting croon is met with a sweat-laced brow that pressed to ivory scales. “Just…just a short rest,” Anju tries to comfort and assure, but Riya isn’t buying it. Molten gold eyes turn to the skies, out of fear of seeing buzzards or some human expression of faith it’s unclear, but that’s when she spots another dragon. Another dragon her size, which means another human. Only, moments later, the dragon dives and doesn’t re-emerge into the sky.
Riya slips away from Anju’s arm to rocket in a low glide over the sand, intent on her scaled sister more than the man she’s with. She flies swiftly to try and close the distance between them, draconic song emanating from her throat, a desperate and pleading thing that promises no harm but asks plainly for help, hoping it would keep her from appearing dangerous with her swift approach. Riya keeps a respectful enough distance away from the young man and his bonded, darting back and forth in clear physical indication of follow me. Anju isn’t far, likely within sight even if Boreal’s bonded were to turn and squint, and Riya has no other options.
Riya’s worry is a pulling, nudging, pleading thing. Begging Anju for one more step, one more minute, just a little further. Already the Bernese-sized dragon has left the skies to plod alongside her sister, providing a sleek, scaly shoulder for the Dragoon to sag heavily against as they stagger side-by-side across the sands. Until Anju can’t go much further, and she sinks down with a grunt. Riya’s sharp, objecting croon is met with a sweat-laced brow that pressed to ivory scales. “Just…just a short rest,” Anju tries to comfort and assure, but Riya isn’t buying it. Molten gold eyes turn to the skies, out of fear of seeing buzzards or some human expression of faith it’s unclear, but that’s when she spots another dragon. Another dragon her size, which means another human. Only, moments later, the dragon dives and doesn’t re-emerge into the sky.
Riya slips away from Anju’s arm to rocket in a low glide over the sand, intent on her scaled sister more than the man she’s with. She flies swiftly to try and close the distance between them, draconic song emanating from her throat, a desperate and pleading thing that promises no harm but asks plainly for help, hoping it would keep her from appearing dangerous with her swift approach. Riya keeps a respectful enough distance away from the young man and his bonded, darting back and forth in clear physical indication of follow me. Anju isn’t far, likely within sight even if Boreal’s bonded were to turn and squint, and Riya has no other options.
I didn’t mean to be this kind of creature
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
