You’re uncontrollable
and we are unlovable
and we are unlovable
The coldest place in Beqanna did not attract many visitors; but she had said live, not stay, and so he takes an occasional trip outside. Besides, if he could actually recruit someone, wouldn’t that help Jesper? The dragon-minicking roan wonders if the fairy would think it counts though. But it doesn’t matter if it still makes his brother in arms happy. And it might even count as two in one go if the new horse finds a good home. What a great reasoning he has, he concludes.
That’s where his train of thought needs to end, he decides, because he has reached the meadow but also simply because he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. In fact, the only thing he needs to do is prove he is not wholly selfish. She didn’t even ask for something as hard as bringing icicles from the tree to the Mountain, outside of winter, without any traits to survive the cold. He guesses maybe she already knew that he’d done that, she already knew that he’d patched up the isle after his niece put a deep hole in it. So it was yet another test of resilience; by claiming past actions weren’t enough.
Well then, he supposed trying to be a dragon when you’re not hadn’t helped him either, though it certainly chased away the boredom. He’d be a horse once more - after all, if he did shift, that’s what he would be most of the time anyway. Might as well make use of that, and see if it fits better.
Because honestly he hasn’t been quite himself, lately, and he doesn’t know which way he should be going to find himself either. That’s what he meant with the changing and evolving, even if the fairy mocked him a bit.
He enters the meadow with his thoughts half present, half in the past. Nighttime doesn’t bother him due to his excellent vision; neither does it bother the large cat. But these cats aren’t native to the meadow.
His head lowers to the grass as if innocently grazing; but his reptilian eye moves and changes color, until an orange orb stares right at her. ”Good night. Have you caught anything yet today?”
That’s where his train of thought needs to end, he decides, because he has reached the meadow but also simply because he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. In fact, the only thing he needs to do is prove he is not wholly selfish. She didn’t even ask for something as hard as bringing icicles from the tree to the Mountain, outside of winter, without any traits to survive the cold. He guesses maybe she already knew that he’d done that, she already knew that he’d patched up the isle after his niece put a deep hole in it. So it was yet another test of resilience; by claiming past actions weren’t enough.
Well then, he supposed trying to be a dragon when you’re not hadn’t helped him either, though it certainly chased away the boredom. He’d be a horse once more - after all, if he did shift, that’s what he would be most of the time anyway. Might as well make use of that, and see if it fits better.
Because honestly he hasn’t been quite himself, lately, and he doesn’t know which way he should be going to find himself either. That’s what he meant with the changing and evolving, even if the fairy mocked him a bit.
He enters the meadow with his thoughts half present, half in the past. Nighttime doesn’t bother him due to his excellent vision; neither does it bother the large cat. But these cats aren’t native to the meadow.
His head lowers to the grass as if innocently grazing; but his reptilian eye moves and changes color, until an orange orb stares right at her. ”Good night. Have you caught anything yet today?”
and I don’t want you to think that I care
I never would, I never could again
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
Massive intro sorry for that
Also I cannot help throwing him at the Mary babies, I am not sorry for that (;
Aaand I didn’t tag you. Here goes. @[Serabi]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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