04-21-2020, 10:22 PM
won’t you drag the lake and bring me home again
When Ghaul and Clarissa had finally consummated their relationship after so many years together, the angel girl hadn’t known what to expect. Three beautiful, startlingly large eggs had been the last thing on her mind that night under the stars in the Cove, but just looking at them now causes a trill of pure joy to escape her lips, and she finds herself even less inclined to leave her kingdom than she had before. When all of her mothering instincts kicked in at full force, she hadn’t expected to build such a large nest so quickly with Ghaul, but here they are.
They had settled on a secluded spot along the border of Pangea and the Cove, safe enough that she should go undisturbed while their children grow, and Ghaul is able to split his time between the two lands evenly. She had missed him terribly when he was stolen away, and by the time he had returned she had been listless and dull - a candle blown out by the wind, unable to keep ablaze without half of her soul nearby. Within moments of him coming back to her, however, she had found herself regaining her fire and her body had burned at his touch.
Now though, she feels peace as her draconic body curls around the eggs in the nighttime, the fire in her belly keeping them warm. There are three (three!) eggs, each as unique as the next: one is burnished copper, the same color as her lover’s scales, with a pattern of stars and galaxies decorating. The second is the purest gold, the same color as Clarissa’s talons, and more delicate than the others. The final egg is the most unique of all, more oblong than the other two and gold with teal swirls. They are the most beautiful things that she has seen in all of her life.
With a gentle coo, she nuzzles each in turn, wondering what their children will be like. Will they favor Ghaul, or her? She would be delighted to see them all a perfect blend of their parents, strong and terrifying but kind-hearted and brave. She has no worries that any of them will be anything other than what they were born to be: princes and princesses, destined to rule.
Flames tickle the back of her throat as she readjusts her position in their overly-large nest, and she finds herself staring at the stars as she awaits Ghaul’s return.
They had settled on a secluded spot along the border of Pangea and the Cove, safe enough that she should go undisturbed while their children grow, and Ghaul is able to split his time between the two lands evenly. She had missed him terribly when he was stolen away, and by the time he had returned she had been listless and dull - a candle blown out by the wind, unable to keep ablaze without half of her soul nearby. Within moments of him coming back to her, however, she had found herself regaining her fire and her body had burned at his touch.
Now though, she feels peace as her draconic body curls around the eggs in the nighttime, the fire in her belly keeping them warm. There are three (three!) eggs, each as unique as the next: one is burnished copper, the same color as her lover’s scales, with a pattern of stars and galaxies decorating. The second is the purest gold, the same color as Clarissa’s talons, and more delicate than the others. The final egg is the most unique of all, more oblong than the other two and gold with teal swirls. They are the most beautiful things that she has seen in all of her life.
With a gentle coo, she nuzzles each in turn, wondering what their children will be like. Will they favor Ghaul, or her? She would be delighted to see them all a perfect blend of their parents, strong and terrifying but kind-hearted and brave. She has no worries that any of them will be anything other than what they were born to be: princes and princesses, destined to rule.
Flames tickle the back of her throat as she readjusts her position in their overly-large nest, and she finds herself staring at the stars as she awaits Ghaul’s return.
@[ghaul]