Ysvelt and Myoth's Flight
Ysvelt sat on the top of the mountain, feeling at home for
brief moments when the breeze hit him. Only in the cold did he really feel at
ease. Even though he and Miyoth had rescued a few more people from death, there
were still hundreds left in the barren cold.
His new life had given him a duty, which was the first step in recovering from
Greyne's dead, all those years ago, but he was far from loving life as he had
once done. His life still felt empty. Even if Myoth had tried desperately to
fill the void in his heart. Having a dragon was different from having a wife,
best friend, soulmate and destiny rolled in one.
And what was worse maybe, Ysvelt knew that Myoth knew how he ached. The dragon
tried his best and it was weighing on him that he couldn't become the support he
needed. And that burdened Ysvelt even more. He didn't want to drag Myoth into
his depression. But truth be told, there was a part of his heart that was
off-limits, even to the clouded blue flurry dragon.
"Pondering?" the same dragon asked.
"Yes." Ysvelt said, taking in the breeze.
"It's lonely to reminisce alone."
"I know." Ysvelt said, trying to smile, "But it's the only way I know how to."
"You're not a bother like that." Myoth
insisted.
"It's just me."
"And Greyne."
"I loved her so much."
"You don't need to let her go."
"Even thinking of entering a flight feels like a betrayal." Ysvelt confessed.
"I know." Myoth sighed,
"But it would help."
"Truth be told, do I even want to be helped?"
"That's the question." Myoth agreed.
"I haven't been acting like I would, haven't I?"
"You're as gloomy as Donriven without something bad to
play with."
Ysvelt smiled despite himself. Myoth could always manage to make him laugh.
Which, as the dragon put it, was his greatest achievement.
"I like you smiling." Myoth said smugly.
The dragon stirred and said, "Let's go visit her."
"Who?"
"Greyne of course." Myoth said.
"Didn't you want me to move on?"
"Well you don't HAVE to forget her." Myoth
said, "But if I want to go look at some dragonesses
when we get back, can you look the other way and let me dream?"
Ysvelt grinned, "I guess I remember what it felt like o be young."
"Who knows." Myoth smiled vaguely,
"Maybe you'll mee destiny for a second time."
Continued on Shyobahn's page
