01-19-2021, 04:48 PM
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Not only is he Cheri’s first friend, but she is Targaryen’s. He is filled with the warmth of their friendship, like a sun-warmed pool of water that washes over him from head to tail. When Cheri mentions her siblings, the boy feels a pang of loneliness, but it fades with the knowledge that she is his friend (and something like a sister, in his mind).
He nods in response to her appreciation, and he is thankful that his clumsiness has not weakened her in vain. Targaryen feels proud to be the one to unlock her magic, to be the first to awaken that voice from her bones and ask it to help. He is tempted to tell her so, but a voice calls from the shadows just as he is about to speak.
Turning at the same time as Cheri, the tobiano meets the gaze of the glowing father. He stands out in the darkness, mighty in ways that Targaryen can only dream of being, and the boy swallows a gulp of air down his choked throat. “Oh, um, yeah.” Although they were doing nothing wrong, it makes him uncomfortable to be caught standing so close to the stallion’s daughter, and Targaryen pulls away from Cheri just as she leaves his side. He shuffles his wings awkwardly, trying to gather what politeness he can muster in the face of getting caught, and nods to the stallion as he guides Cheri away.
Her smile lights up the darkness around them — and the last bits of shadow and cold from within him — and Targaryen smiles back. “Goodbye, Cheri!”
He nods in response to her appreciation, and he is thankful that his clumsiness has not weakened her in vain. Targaryen feels proud to be the one to unlock her magic, to be the first to awaken that voice from her bones and ask it to help. He is tempted to tell her so, but a voice calls from the shadows just as he is about to speak.
Turning at the same time as Cheri, the tobiano meets the gaze of the glowing father. He stands out in the darkness, mighty in ways that Targaryen can only dream of being, and the boy swallows a gulp of air down his choked throat. “Oh, um, yeah.” Although they were doing nothing wrong, it makes him uncomfortable to be caught standing so close to the stallion’s daughter, and Targaryen pulls away from Cheri just as she leaves his side. He shuffles his wings awkwardly, trying to gather what politeness he can muster in the face of getting caught, and nods to the stallion as he guides Cheri away.
Her smile lights up the darkness around them — and the last bits of shadow and cold from within him — and Targaryen smiles back. “Goodbye, Cheri!”
@[Cheri]