never thirsty, ever drinking
Does it give you magic? It's a simple question, and one he mulls over, pressing it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth, but, ruefully, he shakes his head.
"I don't know what gives me magic, I just have it. It's nothing very grand or special, unless you'd like to now about minnows' dreams." He chuckles warmly into that sharp-toothed grin of hers, as if the danger of mingling with dragons is nothing to him. A thread of water flows up his leg, becomes a cascade running the wrong way. With a whispered word at the water's surface, a trio of silver fish appear They are cautious of the mare's shadow, of the way she breaks the water as she steps into it, but they are listening and willing to be convinced of what he asks. Just a game, he promises, I won't let anybody eat you, and, after only a brief pause more, they twine up that backwards-flowing stream, darting through the water that clings to his flanks and finally settling where it pools across his broad back. The water licks at his cheek and makes his wild coat shine.
Wild. No more so than her own, in its way, a rippling kaleidoscope of colors framed in black.
As she comes forward, he closes the gap between them, and when he is closer he catches her gaze again almost apologetically, dipping his head, then turning to gesture at the fish swimming circles in an impossible current. "Er, I should mention, I promised they'd be safe there and nobody would try to eat them. I worked all day to gain their trust so I'd hate to break it now."
Trust. Because, of course, his power has nothing to do at all with control, and though he is not worried by the dragoness' teeth, they are startlingly predatory. The three minnows that swam up the mountain of him came because they were the only ones that even considered his outlandish request. The hundreds - the thousands - of others remain hidden in the rocks or have moved on to less crowded water to search for food and mates. Minnows are not a very forgiving bunch, their world is black-and-white and adventurousness is a rare quality that usually leads to becoming someone's dinner.
"Really, I'm surprised I managed to convince so many." And then, as if he is not a walking aquarium, he turns the conversation back to her with an easy laugh. "My name is Dace. And, Tephra - is that what gives you your magic?"
"I don't know what gives me magic, I just have it. It's nothing very grand or special, unless you'd like to now about minnows' dreams." He chuckles warmly into that sharp-toothed grin of hers, as if the danger of mingling with dragons is nothing to him. A thread of water flows up his leg, becomes a cascade running the wrong way. With a whispered word at the water's surface, a trio of silver fish appear They are cautious of the mare's shadow, of the way she breaks the water as she steps into it, but they are listening and willing to be convinced of what he asks. Just a game, he promises, I won't let anybody eat you, and, after only a brief pause more, they twine up that backwards-flowing stream, darting through the water that clings to his flanks and finally settling where it pools across his broad back. The water licks at his cheek and makes his wild coat shine.
Wild. No more so than her own, in its way, a rippling kaleidoscope of colors framed in black.
As she comes forward, he closes the gap between them, and when he is closer he catches her gaze again almost apologetically, dipping his head, then turning to gesture at the fish swimming circles in an impossible current. "Er, I should mention, I promised they'd be safe there and nobody would try to eat them. I worked all day to gain their trust so I'd hate to break it now."
Trust. Because, of course, his power has nothing to do at all with control, and though he is not worried by the dragoness' teeth, they are startlingly predatory. The three minnows that swam up the mountain of him came because they were the only ones that even considered his outlandish request. The hundreds - the thousands - of others remain hidden in the rocks or have moved on to less crowded water to search for food and mates. Minnows are not a very forgiving bunch, their world is black-and-white and adventurousness is a rare quality that usually leads to becoming someone's dinner.
"Really, I'm surprised I managed to convince so many." And then, as if he is not a walking aquarium, he turns the conversation back to her with an easy laugh. "My name is Dace. And, Tephra - is that what gives you your magic?"
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