In all of Minah’s bedtime stories—the dragon was always slain at the end of them.
Does Ashhal know this? Maybe in the back of Minah’s mind, she knows this, and he slowly shifts from hungry, fire-breathing dragon, into a handsome stallion.
Minah learned as a child that the world is a harsh place, but she just continues to try to believe otherwise. She looks to her family, even the few that remained close to her and she knew that the ancestors, the gods, the old and the new, have still given her them, and Minah, weak, frail, delicate Minah, she is so stubborn in her love and belief of them.
Minah may be foolish—
but oh is she loved, and she loves in return.
She can feel him, pulling away and suddenly she is so frightened of him going without her, of being alone and looking for Tarian on her own. But the quiet whisper of just who her brother is seems to half him in his tracks.
“You do?” She asks him, suddenly all bright smiles and beaming eyes and a face flushed with excitement. Ashhal could be the bogeyman telling her such news and she would react much the same way.
Little mouse, the nickname rings in her ears and echoes.
And she grows slightly nervous once more. While her body is like stone, there is a slight tremor in her voice. “I don't know. I don't have anything to give,” she says and slowly blinks earthen eyes. She traces a circle in the dirt below her feet, suddenly becoming all to aware of how close he is. “What do you want?”
@[Ashhal]