- Yndra - Guy
Draca stepped back out of the light when she saw
more candidates enter. Her face was whirling again. Blasted tattoo. It had
been like this before, but only when she was just beginning to understand
the basics of shifting. She knew the sight was nauseating to some of the
candidates and didn't want to make them sick... she had a low tolerance for
throwing up herself.
The rocking eggs suddenly started in a new cadence and Draca felt like
joining the dragons on the benches. The first eggs cracked and Draca
waited. Although she was in the shadows she knew any dragon could sense
her, so she wasn't worried. And again, she could always fly home if need arose.
Then a small egg from Ithtyruith's mound broke
away, tossing out
another sunset. The male flapped his wings at the edge of the nest and
squeaked in fear as he rolled down the small sloped nest. When he finally
came to a halt at the back of the cavern his wings were tangled, his head
turned up, gazing into the eyes of the person who had stopped him.
he whispered, captivated by the blue in her eyes that whirled almost
like in his own eyes, mirroring them perfectly.
"Yes Ryuen?" she asked.
us to be
"Normally we wouldn't, but we're
special." Draca answered smiling down on the heap of
we can't get
"No, not special like that." Draca
said foolishly as she helped her bond understand gravity.
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