Post by kevna on Nov 5, 2022 2:32:02 GMT -5
Kekoa - Candidate
Having done what he could to lift Ceela’s spirits, and proud of himself for his moderate success, he turned his gaze back on the sands where all the chaos was erupting. The rebel egg cracked, revealing; a brown. He fought disappointment. Not because he wanted a dragon, but because he had been so sure that little rascal had seemed so like a bronze, he would have put marks on it. He hadn’t, luckily. But he would have. The rebel egg’s contents stopped before him, and Kekoa had to refrain from taking a backward step away. He did not want a companion who disliked music and wanted to lead. Nope nope nope nope. Ceela’s teasing reached him and he laughed, shaking his head. Luckily, the orangy brown gave an indignant huff, and continued on his way. “Yeah, he doesn’t like music, definitely not for me.” He said softly, the amusement plain in his voice.tovaana
He smiled, amused, and again slightly relieved. Two close calls were enough for one hatching. Not that a brown was sooo adverse, but if it meant responsibility… Ceela pointed out the tarnished egg, which Sularenth had protected with all of her might, and he watched with anticipation as it cracked. “By all that’s good and beautiful in all of Pern!” He said softly and with speed as the green/gold stretched, showing off her beautiful, bi-colored hide. While Ceela’s reaction was amusement, Kekoa’s was utter reverence. Mostly because the little creature had inspired Ceela to grab for him, which made the green/gold a worthy lady dragon indeed. But also because…. This is where muse was born: from the inspiring, from the unique, from the breaking of the norm to the utter sheer beauty of the unparalleled, unrivaled, extraordinary, singularity of this creature.
“Gleen?” He offered, as the creature he wished to worship followed after her brother. “Oh, Goldeen, that’s the one.” He chuckled, agreeing with her readily, still raptured by the creature, and using Ceela’s first advance to grab hold of her. Of course, he used his grip to steady her, no need to spook the golden goddess.
“She really is the most novel little lady.” He murmured in awe as the goldeen moved towards them. Them. He blinked as she wound her way in Ceela’s legs and looked up with rainbow eyes. His smile widened, and his grip slackened. When Ceela looked to him, stating that the divine creature was her's, his smile softened.
“She matches you perfectly. Congratulations.” He said genuinely-and he found it to be the truth. Ceela was one of a kind. Joyous and loving, and sweet, and kind, and not one to easily fall for his advances (which was rare and annoying, and welcoming all at once), yet welcomed him all the same, just as he was. He didn’t have to change anything about himself for her-and she for him. Suddenly they were off, and Kekoa laughed, though a part of him felt, if just for a moment, that’s what Ceela would always be doing. Running from him. He tilted his head at the strange thought, and reached for the gitar (which of course still wasn’t there), and instead began tuning his mind to the song the goldeen and her bonded, the golden goddess, had inspired for him.