Who am I, that the morning star would light the way for my wandering heart?
Umbra was patient. He kept circling as the woman dug through her pockets, and kept silvery eyes on Lena's movements, lest he miss the exact moment when more treats were offered up. Seren watched him in turn, with a soft expression that did not fade, even when her mouth split into a wide grin. Impatient? She? What a bold accusation.
"Not long, no," she replied, with a slight shake of the head. "I found his egg earlier this season. He is growing quicker than I thought he might." Dragging her fingers through the tangled curls of dark hair, she studied her companion. Here in the bright sunlight the blue of his scales became a living thing, rippling and shimmering in varying hues, like the ocean. In the shade he often appeared black; a little piece of midnight gone astray, or a shadow made corporeal - except the soft creases of his body always gave him away, as the scales were brighter there. Azure and lapiz, rather that ultramarine and navy. Still gangly and oddly proportioned, with the long limbs and oversized paws, it would be interesting to see what the dragon would look like when he was fully matured. Would he be stocky and heavy as a bear, or lean and sharp like a desert lion?
"Hm? Oh, yes. He is my dad." Pulled from her reveries, she smiled lightly; here was another person who knew her family. Would that ever start to rankle? For now, all Seren felt was pride over the connection. "I've been to the Celestine many times, but it has mostly been to see my mother. I never actually took the time to see the creatures there. Maybe next time, you could show me around?"
"Not long, no," she replied, with a slight shake of the head. "I found his egg earlier this season. He is growing quicker than I thought he might." Dragging her fingers through the tangled curls of dark hair, she studied her companion. Here in the bright sunlight the blue of his scales became a living thing, rippling and shimmering in varying hues, like the ocean. In the shade he often appeared black; a little piece of midnight gone astray, or a shadow made corporeal - except the soft creases of his body always gave him away, as the scales were brighter there. Azure and lapiz, rather that ultramarine and navy. Still gangly and oddly proportioned, with the long limbs and oversized paws, it would be interesting to see what the dragon would look like when he was fully matured. Would he be stocky and heavy as a bear, or lean and sharp like a desert lion?
"Hm? Oh, yes. He is my dad." Pulled from her reveries, she smiled lightly; here was another person who knew her family. Would that ever start to rankle? For now, all Seren felt was pride over the connection. "I've been to the Celestine many times, but it has mostly been to see my mother. I never actually took the time to see the creatures there. Maybe next time, you could show me around?"
Seren
