05-06-2020, 01:27 AM
Mako is embarassed because even her family does not know of her love of storms. The way thunder thrums like wardrums when she runs. The way lightning strikes to light her way. The way rain falls to wash her clean of all shame, all displacement. Oh! How it makes her feel alive, aflush, anew. She burns bright red, like her family's fire, somehow not muted by the shadows of gray clouds.
The shame slowly melts, like the occassionally hissing frost on her hide, as the scaled girl realizes how terrified Garett is. "Yes," she answers with a shy smile, thinking she knows nothing of facing her fears. She can't return to where her mother's body rests, for instance. She can't bear searching for her father. Such an innocent question, so capable of lodging a lump in Mako's throat, keeps her from saying more.
Instead of returning the nicety, the girl stretches forward to brush noses with Garett. She thinks it easy to meet him so instinctually, with his nonjudgmental eyes and forgiving voice.
A grin so bright it nearly glows lifts Mako's lips when the earthy boy speaks again. "Oh, wow," she says, subconsciously lifting her eyes to the trees in thought. "They feel as wild as I do. It's almost as if they are expressing something I don't know how to." She doesn't mention that they are the opposite of draconic home, mostly cool and soothing and fresh.
"Why don't you like them?" she asks, nearly whispering. A desire to reach forward and barely brush her mouth against his pulse suddenly makes her heart race - she wonders if feeling his heartrate will help her better understand, like the way rain feels in her mane just feels right.
The shame slowly melts, like the occassionally hissing frost on her hide, as the scaled girl realizes how terrified Garett is. "Yes," she answers with a shy smile, thinking she knows nothing of facing her fears. She can't return to where her mother's body rests, for instance. She can't bear searching for her father. Such an innocent question, so capable of lodging a lump in Mako's throat, keeps her from saying more.
Instead of returning the nicety, the girl stretches forward to brush noses with Garett. She thinks it easy to meet him so instinctually, with his nonjudgmental eyes and forgiving voice.
A grin so bright it nearly glows lifts Mako's lips when the earthy boy speaks again. "Oh, wow," she says, subconsciously lifting her eyes to the trees in thought. "They feel as wild as I do. It's almost as if they are expressing something I don't know how to." She doesn't mention that they are the opposite of draconic home, mostly cool and soothing and fresh.
"Why don't you like them?" she asks, nearly whispering. A desire to reach forward and barely brush her mouth against his pulse suddenly makes her heart race - she wonders if feeling his heartrate will help her better understand, like the way rain feels in her mane just feels right.
@[Garett]