Ciri
They are all walking a fine line, playing a strange game as they try to hide their thoughts and fail miserably. Castile’s light comment about Tang makes her smile faintly, relaxing through tension she hadn’t even realized she was holding. He ruffles his leathery wings in a cloud of dust, something softening the hard ridges of his face when he looks to her. A gaze she doesn't miss. Just as she doesn’t miss the way the warmth fades from Amet’s eyes and the way his jaw tightens.
Her throat constricts with the rush of guilt that stirs within her smokey breast. Her own smile wavers slightly, hesitation in the silver swirls of her eyes. Disappointment that she may not know more of Castile or see him again. It’s there in the depths of silver when she looks to the dragon shifter but gone when she looks to her scaled consort, pushing it down and trying to retain the lightness of the conversation. Trying to keep them all from souring.
”A dragon?” She asks curiously, wondering if Amet could do the same. For a moment she allows herself a brief respite from the tension as she laughs lightly, flicking her tail briefly against her hocks. ”What a sight that would be to see two dragons roam Hyaline.” Teasing gently but her laughter dies away as Amet turns his head to the lake. They speak of Castile’s sister, of him visiting the river. She doesn’t miss they way his gaze lingers on her, on the unspoken invitation that makes butterflies flutter lightly in her stomach.
”Well hopefully you will come visit us soon again. I'm not quite up for long trips yet or I would love to go with you both.” She starts slowly, gesturing to her ravaged body with an apologetic grin. Tucking away the information he had offered to her but not knowing exactly what she would do with it. Her strength had returned enough that she longed to explore again but she did not want to jeopardize her King's feelings. There’s a light tremor beneath the surface of Amet’s scaled shoulder as his muscles clench. Subtle enough to her metallic eye as he speaks of the river and looks in it’s direction.
Quietly she moves closer to him, to press her muzzle to his throat in a soft gesture of peace. ”You two should catch up.” She murmurs softly against his skin, pulling away only when he is focused back on her. ”You can tell me everything when you get back.” A soft cue that she would stay here for him. Reminding him that she said she would. While her mind is a whirlwind, her affection for the gilded stallion is real and raw. She would never do anything intentionally to hurt him.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Castile] @[Amet]