Noe
Lights go out again
You stroke my pain and tempt my trouble
Seek how we pretend
You stroke my pain and tempt my trouble
Seek how we pretend
Noe watched the piles go up in flame, admiring the work of the little bronze dragon with only the slightest of pangs in her chest. She thought of her mother and her brother, who each had dragons of their own, and wondered if she would ever be chosen in such a way - or if it was only the warriors, the fighters, who were deserving of such companionship.
As if somehow, not bonding a dragon proved that she was less worthy.
She shook off the morose thoughts, raising her chin and gazing into the flames proudly. She may not be a fighter, but she was smart, and confident, and calculating, and no dragon - or lack thereof - was going to change that.
"Fair enough," said the girl, lifting her hands in defeat. Caido was a weird place to exist, but if it was so strange, then why weren't they all used to it by now?
-FIN-
As if somehow, not bonding a dragon proved that she was less worthy.
She shook off the morose thoughts, raising her chin and gazing into the flames proudly. She may not be a fighter, but she was smart, and confident, and calculating, and no dragon - or lack thereof - was going to change that.
"Fair enough," said the girl, lifting her hands in defeat. Caido was a weird place to exist, but if it was so strange, then why weren't they all used to it by now?
-FIN-
But we're not friends and we're not lovers
We're just trouble, we're just trouble
So tempt my trouble
We're just trouble, we're just trouble
So tempt my trouble
