Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder | Edrahil

[Locheed]

She gives a little snort at the tree as her thoughts are confirmed by his tone. He clearly was worried, worried enough that she was now going to have to spend her day alone. Locheed has a moment to regret her childishness as she waits to hear the sounds of his departure, setting her jaw against the inevitable. 

But instead of snarky last words and the sound of branches breaking as he retreated he asked a simple question. The little dragon-mare turns her head to him and surprise, and wishes she listened when her mother droned on about whent to do when they crossed paths with newcomers.

Show them her teeth, she was pretty sure, wasn’t on the short list. 

“Um,” she begins, dumbly, “we have the ocean, the volcano, and the waterfall. Everyone always gets really excited about the waterfall it’s supposed to heal you or something.”

She glances over him quickly, he didn’t seem in immediate need of healing. She had no particular attachment to the landscape of Tephra; the backdrop to her every day held little fascination. No favorite spots or enchanted groves come to mind as she looks at him, still too unsure to wipe the half-scowl off her face. 

If she had to pick a favorite feature of her homeland it would be the caves. But something tells her the same reasons she enjoyed their dark and mysterious passageways would be the reasons he disliked them.

Locheed

@[Edrahil]