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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 22, 2021 9:43:55 GMT -5
"Got to find them first," Anya said, smiling as she set her paper and pencils down to go hunt them down. She went over to her bedside table and opened the drawer. She was pretty sure they were in there. Okay, second drawer. Inside, she found the little keepsake box and she grabbed it. Opening it, she found the handful of scales she collected from various stages of his life, the baby feeth, and even one of his claws he had managed to tear while climbing a tree one day. "Here they are," the woman said, taking the box to Aidan.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Aug 22, 2021 9:59:03 GMT -5
Aidan watched her, curious and eager. Seth was half listening, but his focus was back on his sketchbook. When Anya found the box, Aidan peered inside. His eyes went wide. "Oh wow," he breathed. "They really are tiny." He reached in and poked a tooth, then carefully picked up a scale. It fit in the palm of his hand, small enough that when he closed his fingers over it you couldn't see it anymore. He opened his hand and peered at the scale again, then the contents of the box. "That's so cool. Seth, do you have any of Stel's baby scales?" When there was no immediate answer, he looked up. "Seth?"
"Hm?" Seth barely spared them a glance, attention on his sketch. But a second later, he sat up abruptly. "Oh. Yeah, of course. I don't have them on me, though. I stored them in my safe place."
"Where's that?" Aidan asked.
"My mother's house," Seth answered.
"Oh." Aidan looked disappointed for a moment, then quickly recovered and held up the scale in his hand. "Are they bigger or smaller than this?"
Seth smiled. "Both. Stel was pretty small when she hatched."
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Aug 22, 2021 11:57:02 GMT -5
Seth snorted. "Not me. I dreaded bringing her anywhere. She was all too fond of biting people she didn't like — including me."
Aidan looked shocked. "I thought you and Stel had a super strong bond?"
"Oh, we do," Seth assured, then added, "Now. We certainly didn't start off very close."
"Huh." Aidan tried to match the kind and gentle dragon he knew to the one Seth was describing. He couldn't.
Seeing this, Seth smiled ruefully. "Stel is a very guarded dragon. If she doesn't know you, or like you, then she's a real nightmare to be around. Most people experience that side of her before winning her over and seeing the dragon we know her to be. I have only ever seen her take instantly to two people in the eight years I've been bonded to her."
"Which two?" Aidan asked, intrigued.
Seth looked between him and Anya. "I'm looking at them," he said.
It took Aidan a moment for that to click. "Oh." He grinned. "Cool."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 22, 2021 15:14:06 GMT -5
Anya was more than happy to let the boys go on and fo us on their art. Without any pressing matters of discussion, she fell silent herself while she colored, which was fine, for a while at least. Yet the longer she worked, the more she became lost in her thoughts. Seth had told her not to worry, but she just couldn't help but replay the morning's events again. Between the unknown use of magic she displayed and the Elders words to her, it was hard to simply push the thoughts away. The more she got lost in those thoughts, the stiller her hand became, until she was eventually just holding the pencil over the paper.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Aug 23, 2021 13:39:53 GMT -5
Seth tilted his head. "Well," he mused, "if we're only dating, arguments could be made that we are still single." He rolled suddenly, his arm snaking around her waist and hauling her back onto the bed beside him. He leaned over her, propped up on one elbow. "So the real question is," he continued, quieter. "Would you prefer to stay single?" He hesitated before adding, even softer, "Or are you as taken as I am?"
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