Seren
It didn't feel okay, and it wasn't. This was not the first time her presumptions had hurt the people around her - Lena stood out as a fresh example - and it was a slippery slope of irreparable consequences she did not want to continue down. Mistakes were one thing, but this was not acceptable.
Maybe it would have felt better if Maeve was less forgiving. Seren closed her eyes and let the woman pull her in, until forehead pressed against forehead and she could smell the sweetness of Maeve's breath. It was spoiled by a tang of blood in the air; Seren winced in sympathy and nodded. "Of course. Just a second."
Pulling back, she opened her eyes and glanced down at the creature in her friend's lap. Blinking, Seren froze. Slowly, a smile began to curve her lips, and a bubbling joy expanded in her chest. "Maeve... that is a dragon," she said redundantly. Absolutely stating the obvious. "You have a companion."
The reaching for bags and unpacking of bandages was done in a daze. From above, there was a crash of branches and snapping twigs; leaves began to rain down upon them as Umbra demanded to be present, and he more fell than scrambled down the branches. Warbling all the while in a jubilant greeting only dragons might fully understand.
Maybe it would have felt better if Maeve was less forgiving. Seren closed her eyes and let the woman pull her in, until forehead pressed against forehead and she could smell the sweetness of Maeve's breath. It was spoiled by a tang of blood in the air; Seren winced in sympathy and nodded. "Of course. Just a second."
Pulling back, she opened her eyes and glanced down at the creature in her friend's lap. Blinking, Seren froze. Slowly, a smile began to curve her lips, and a bubbling joy expanded in her chest. "Maeve... that is a dragon," she said redundantly. Absolutely stating the obvious. "You have a companion."
The reaching for bags and unpacking of bandages was done in a daze. From above, there was a crash of branches and snapping twigs; leaves began to rain down upon them as Umbra demanded to be present, and he more fell than scrambled down the branches. Warbling all the while in a jubilant greeting only dragons might fully understand.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
