NOW THAT I KNOW YOU SO WELL
Tsk, tsk, tsk—so melancholy, the dove perched upon Mako’s hindquarters projects to her mind. It takes all of her self control to not roll her eyes, instead settling on a rushed shut up. Salem merely ruffles her feathers indignantly, then decides on further action by digging her talons warningly into Mako’s scales.
“Nothing much to report,” she replies with a warm grin. It’s not necessarily true—Mako has spent some time exploring what corners of Beqanna she can reach. From the alien guardians of Pangea to the way Salem describes how Mako gallops from above, she has detail after detail to share but they feel like secrets now, looking into the orange eyes of the man that raised her. For a moment, Mako wonders how eyes as warm as the sunset can steer her away, but it is quickly replaced by confused self-pity—she nearly balks, unsure what to offer him.
Still, Mako is able to settle just enough to briefly describe her most recent trip to Tephra. She smiles shyly when finished, adding a tease at the end, “And Salem says she wishes she was born as beautiful as the colorful birds in Tephra.” The dove twits irritably, fluttering up to tug harshly at Mako’s mane before flitting to settle upon Castile’s back as if to say she’s lying.
A somber glaze coats Mako’s pale eyes when she thinks of what she is curious about with Castile. His time as a dragon isn’t something she thinks of often, nor is his sudden descension from the throne (if Mako had her way, the dragon family would live deep in the caves of Nerine, endless layers of rock separating them from the rest of the world). She does find herself worrying, though.
“How have you been doing?” Mako murmurs gently, her tone specifying how she means without having to use the words. How are you faring now that your world has been ripped from beneath you? How much longer will your time here last?
@[Castile] <3