Post by Hiko on Apr 22, 2019 20:42:20 GMT -5
Wine had a bitter, sour, rancid taste, Talera thought as she poured more from the bottle. She had never been a drinker. She hated the idea of not being in control, and the thought of not feeling tended to terrify the gold rider. But tonight? Tonight, she needed to not feel. If she could just detach from this pain, from this knot that continued to twist and grind in her stomach, that would be enough. Another glass passed by, and she felt a disturbing haze. Her thoughts grew thick and slow, but she still couldn’t erase the memory of the day.
It had all happened so fast. Muldiseth had been unprepared for the rotation, and Thread came falling down on the young riding pair in sheets. A’dion had been a hero, for all their troubles, and had come in at just the right moment to save the brown and his rider. Zevranth had been a blur of copper, casting his large form as a barrier in protection of the younger pair, and while T’yer lived, A’dion…
Aerroth groaned a sick, sad sound that told of too much heartache. Talera, nestled in the security of the gold’s massive forepaws, swirled her wine. They had seen it all, and could do nothing. The massive gold made another sour warble, and Talera sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes.
You do not drink, Aerroth commented, needing something to focus on.
“I loved him.”
I know.
“For all the arguing, for all we went through this past Turn, I loved him.”
I know, the gold repeated, quieter this time. She didn’t know how to help her hurting lifemate any more than she could help herself.
“What are we supposed to do without them?”
I do not know. Zevranth was - I need him. Why do I need him so much?
“Because he’s gone, love.”
It hurts. When will it stop hurting?
“In time, the pain will ease. You’ll find a new mate, and forget this pain.”
But you won’t?
Talera sighed and leaned back against the dragon. “That’s the joy of a dragon’s memory, I’m afraid.”
Aerroth rumbled concern. Your thoughts are hazy.
“That would be the wine.” She emptied the glass and poured another. The bottle was nearly empty, by this point. “No one will need me tomorrow, at least.”
I will need you! You are all I have! The gold’s sudden exclamation brought another sob from her rider.
It had all happened so fast. Muldiseth had been unprepared for the rotation, and Thread came falling down on the young riding pair in sheets. A’dion had been a hero, for all their troubles, and had come in at just the right moment to save the brown and his rider. Zevranth had been a blur of copper, casting his large form as a barrier in protection of the younger pair, and while T’yer lived, A’dion…
Aerroth groaned a sick, sad sound that told of too much heartache. Talera, nestled in the security of the gold’s massive forepaws, swirled her wine. They had seen it all, and could do nothing. The massive gold made another sour warble, and Talera sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes.
You do not drink, Aerroth commented, needing something to focus on.
“I loved him.”
I know.
“For all the arguing, for all we went through this past Turn, I loved him.”
I know, the gold repeated, quieter this time. She didn’t know how to help her hurting lifemate any more than she could help herself.
“What are we supposed to do without them?”
I do not know. Zevranth was - I need him. Why do I need him so much?
“Because he’s gone, love.”
It hurts. When will it stop hurting?
“In time, the pain will ease. You’ll find a new mate, and forget this pain.”
But you won’t?
Talera sighed and leaned back against the dragon. “That’s the joy of a dragon’s memory, I’m afraid.”
Aerroth rumbled concern. Your thoughts are hazy.
“That would be the wine.” She emptied the glass and poured another. The bottle was nearly empty, by this point. “No one will need me tomorrow, at least.”
I will need you! You are all I have! The gold’s sudden exclamation brought another sob from her rider.