04-04-2020, 07:59 PM
and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
Underneath his forelock, Castile’s brow quirks. Visibly to her, the corner of his mouth twitches, threatening to break the stoicism of his face with a smug grin. Somehow, despite the urge to airily chuckle, the dragon maintains his composure and regards her with dutiful control. ”I did,” he confesses as a shrug ripples through his immense shoulders. ”I once feared what I was. Now, I’ve learned about it and have embraced it. I’ve experienced the two extremes now, both being learning experiences.” Despite all his mistakes, he doubts he would change anything. Each decision has molded him, for better and for worse.
He blinks as her magic drapes across him and seeps into his pores. A weight lifts from his shoulders as he takes note of his other half returning to him, his conscience restored.
In front of her, Castile doesn’t yet shift. Remaining a dragon, he casts his eyes down and takes careful observation of his talons and the thickness of his brawny limbs. For a few minutes, the faerie’s offer remains quietly unanswered until he finally levels his gaze on her. With a firm, definitive tone, he merely states, ”I will stay as I am.” There’s a brief pause and although he isn’t sure as to whether she would care for his reasons, he still offers one. ”I’m more accustomed to shifting. I enjoy my… larger… self. I’m unwilling to give up my shifting when I can still exhibit draconic traits even as a horse. It remains the best of both worlds.”
A learning experience – that’s what this quest was. There’s little more that can be granted to him. ”I will return to my life, if we are done.” His wings flex preparedly, anticipating a long and thoughtful flight.
He blinks as her magic drapes across him and seeps into his pores. A weight lifts from his shoulders as he takes note of his other half returning to him, his conscience restored.
In front of her, Castile doesn’t yet shift. Remaining a dragon, he casts his eyes down and takes careful observation of his talons and the thickness of his brawny limbs. For a few minutes, the faerie’s offer remains quietly unanswered until he finally levels his gaze on her. With a firm, definitive tone, he merely states, ”I will stay as I am.” There’s a brief pause and although he isn’t sure as to whether she would care for his reasons, he still offers one. ”I’m more accustomed to shifting. I enjoy my… larger… self. I’m unwilling to give up my shifting when I can still exhibit draconic traits even as a horse. It remains the best of both worlds.”
A learning experience – that’s what this quest was. There’s little more that can be granted to him. ”I will return to my life, if we are done.” His wings flex preparedly, anticipating a long and thoughtful flight.
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