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Flying, Forest, Dragons and (bonus: Rainstorm)! / Hal and Skye? 👀
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I have been thinking of this scene for some time and didn't know where to place it or what to do with it. These words were just perfect to bring it to life. Thank you very much for sending them! This was really great to make me write, we should do this more to each other. 😂🙈
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Skye, Hal and the Dragon
Skye walked through the forest in a hurry. Where are you, Hal? He send a court message that he was leaving for a while, but she wasn't sure where and since he send it telepathically, she was the only one who knew too.
Hal still couldn't get used to the need to say things out loud. He would just broadcast his thoughts, in that gentle way of his, so he wasn't enforcing his mind, calm and friendly for whoever was recieving.
But she was the only one recieving of the mages on the Flying Islands Mind magic wasn't usual, normal or easy. People didn't learn it for fun. Heck, Leander still thought it was pretty useless and Zephyr still thought she needed to be more protected because of it. She didn't have the energy to argue with the first and she didn't have the heart to protest the latter. Skye liked being protected by Zephyr. It wasn't a cool independent thing to do, but she liked it.
Her flustered feelings made a few thorns sprout out from the ground next to her. She barely managed to change the course without walking straight into them.
Picking up her pace, she tried to ignore her sourroundings, the flush greenery of the towering redwood around her, the warm air filled with the mild spicy smell.
Her mind reached up and over the trees, seeing the world in gray silhouettes as her thoughts and magic rushed through, quick but thorough, running and running... until she felt it. The overwhelming, but familiar presence of Hal, bigger than the ancient trees, robust and hulking like the mountains on the Islands, floating through the clouds, each a separate segment, but holding the same position, as if chained together. He was liked that. A separate piece, and yet always part of the whole, part of the Islands themselves.
In her quick strides and vibrativing sense of victory upon finding him, she almost run the rest of the forest to the clearing. She should have checked longer, before retreating with her mind. That she was surprised upon seeing the dragon standing at the edge of the clearing was shameful for a mage of her caliber.
Somehow she has stopped being sensitive to their presence. They were kinda everywhere, coming from the forest, flying over the gates, napping under the stairs of the academy. And they were always recieving, so in a way, she wasn't pushing with her mind to them to be considerate?
She could present it like that. The truth was more simple though. She was scared.
It was amazing, being on the Islands. She loved how buzzing with life and magic they were, the unique floating, the various landscapes, from waterfalls and calm lakes, from mountains to flat fields, from wild natural cliffs to abondened cities of stone.
She loved the dragons. They were special creatures, intelligent, magical, different, and this was one of the only places they resided in. Her only chance to not only see them feetingly, but actually observe and interact with them. In theory she was excited about that, bubbly feelings of joy and promise rising in her chest.
But when she stood before this dragon, giant black serpent body with wings like pirate sheets on a giant boat, the piercing glare, the feeling turned to a sinking sensation and goosebumps on her arms. Because this creature could hurt her so easily, and that feeling didn't go away, just because she logically undertood it wouldn't.
The dragon looked in her direction them, infinite black pools of ink bearing into her. She shivered. Hesitated. Then hurried to Hal's side. It was rude to show fear in presence of allied dragons.
Hal was Hal and wasn't Hal. He was in the in between state, his body visible and concrete enough for his clothes to hang onto him, but the outline of his body was blurred and transculent, and he seemed to be hovering in space, just about to float away.
He was mind-sharing with the dragon, and so deeply, that his body was losing form. At least he wasn't shapeshifting into anything, like a bird or a rock, that would have been longer issue to deal with.
But like this, she could still just walk up to him, and by hugging him from behind, hold him in place. Apply pressure. Appeal to his physical human senses to bring him back.
It took a bit. She wasn't following exactly, because her eyes were closed, clenched shut so she wouldn't have to look at the dragon. Tempest was one of the oldest dragons on the Island, with a particular fondness for Hal. They all tended to find favourites among them very quickly. She couldn't see the transformation, but she felt how Hal's weight changed in her hands, how his body shifted, shook and then engled towards her, and he stumbled before he caught himself on his own two feet and got his balance.
"You here?" She asked out loud, deliberately, instead of checking with her mind.
Hal coughed and took a deep breath and reached out instead, but she blocked her thoughts, clear and strong like an ice wall between them.
He relented. "Wasn't far away."
"You almost slipped away."
A beat of silence.
"I would have come back." When she didn't reply, he added: "I will always come back."
Although there wasn't a reason for it anymore, she still held onto him from behind, his slim body solid in her hands. Her eyes still clenched, she realized she was leaning into him instead of holding him up now.
Hal didn't move. He let her.
Did he guess it wasn't just that she was worried he would dissolve into thin air? That she was holding him more for herself than for his sake now? Did he feel the tremor in her hands and guess what caused it?
What a stupid thing for a Dragon knight, fearing the Dragon.
Hal shifted on his feet again. Put his hand on hers, crossed over his waist. His skin was cold to the touch, featherlight, ghostly. Then he gently pried one hand away, gripping it tightly and guiding it to his side. He coaxed her clenched fingers in the open, while leaving the other hand clutching the fabric of his coat around his middle still.
They waited. She slowly opened her eyes. The dragon was still there. Hal didn't voice the fear they both knew out loud. Not in words, not in his thoughts. But she noticed upon seeing, that he stood more broadly, more directly in front of her, shielding her from the dragon he loved.
When she didn't say sorry, the sky darkened. A small drizzle started quickly, no preparation needed. Denying her feelings would soon start a rainstorm on the Islands.
Hal didn't move. The dragon, Tempest, kept looking at them. Skye kept casting quick glances in her direction, before looking away, holding onto Hal's hand, shielded by his back. Thankful. Yes that was the word she was looking for. She focused on that feeling, accepted it, took it deeply inside herself and then let it sicker through and outside.
The rain continued, but the sky tore in places, letting sunlight in. Hal turned his head to look at her from the side. Curious. Careful. Patient.
Skye took a deep breath, opened her mind to the dragon and smiled.
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