07-08-2017, 03:08 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Tang tucks herself back into him and Amet sighs comfortably, his nostrils flaring appreciatively at the scent of the painted buckskin mare. She offers to keep watch over Hyaline when he ventures to Sylva the following day and the gilded king smiles sleepily at her, his soft muzzle finding the spot just behind her ears. "I don't know what I'd do without you," the dragon-stallion admits quietly, and while there is a hint of laughter at his words, he knows that she will rightly consider them genuine.
Despite the recent trauma, Amet is comfortable and happy at Tang's side. There is a distinct comfort to feeling her warmth in the middle of the night, one that quells his worries. She answers his question, his curiosity, readily, but even Tang is unsure of why she is having these dreams. "It doesn't have to make sense," he offers in response. Rarely did anything in Beqanna make sense to the stallion who'd once been an ordinary foal in an ordinary land. Amet does not believe that magic exists anywhere outside of Beqanna. He is always on his toes.
They fall into a comfortable silence, but Amet does not close his eyes. He's not as tired now as he had been minutes before, "Are you sleeping?" he questions gently, to the mare who has leaned her head against his shoulder.
Amet
@[Tangerine] - sorry it's a little short ♥