Midas is king and he holds me so tight
They wanted to survive, says the patient dragon, one piercing blue eye following the little eagle. But truly, what she says cuts his heart: they were sentient, they'd fucking tried in every way they knew, and what had they done? Kept calling them monsters, dehumanizing them, and finally leaving them to burn. Don't you? (And that's why they are were they are.)Aamu lowers his head to the puddle as Mabel wanders away. His reflection and the sky are all distorted, and he feels like plunging his head into what little water there is to cool himself. He doesn't want to be angry with Wessex without even trying to fix things, but with the close connection of their stolen Attuned bond it is difficult to not feel what Mabel's feeling.
Instead he just shoves his blunt muzzle into the shallow water, letting the clear liquid pool on his tongue before throwing it back. Savoring it. Crystal clear and cold, fresh, full of flavor—
He should steal senses more often.
What else has she done? he asks softly.
and turns me to gold in the sunlight
Aamu
