Posted on June 17, 2012 at 05:37:04 PM by kyuui-fusen
 It made her little heart – lies, her heart is bigger than all of the islands combined – flutter, hearing the steadfast loyalty and trust in her companion’s voice. It was both complimentary and entirely logical that the small mare should lead their expedition – at least, it would have been were it not for her beautiful silver eyes. It was because of her disability that she knew she couldn’t confidently lead them any further; she would have to learn again where shoots had grown into young trees, where rocks had tumbled and slid down slopes and where the soft ground had worn. “You’re so sweeeeeeeeeeeeet!” an ear-splitting squeal of delight peals from her red lips, and if the footing was better and the rain wasn’t obscuring her incredibly accurate aim she would have planted a nuzzle on the mare. Instead she beams; a bright happy ball of light in the oncoming storm. “But I’m afraid I can’t lead you,” and infront of the supposed-beta and her newest best-friend our mare’s iron wall of denial falters a little; the usually unashamed is now aware that she cannot meet Cloud’s expectations, “I haven’t mapped out the island yet..” Her lips twitch again, then – She moves on with a firm resolve. “That’s why Sir Nikola the Brave is going to lead the way!” she throws a crooked grin at where she last heard the stallion’s kind voice coming from, albeit slightly obscured by the wind. She was placing her life, and subsequently Cloud’s, in the hands of this stranger and she did so without a second thought. If the love of her life trusted this boy then so did she – and even if she knew he was a stranger, he was courteous enough, and she was kind enough, that she may have trusted him anyway. It was that or hypothermia. “I think this land has changed hands again” – although Kyuui almost flinched at the impolite way that Cloud spoke of ‘the stallion’, in front of said stallion, perhaps there was some truth to it. Cloud might see something that she couldn’t; a high-arched neck or a confident swagger. It worried her a little, not only because she may have given her new friend the wrong impression about whose home she was walking into, but also because she didn’t want to believe that she could be returning home to, well, a place that wasn’t really her home anymore. She was about to say that though she was sure Nikola was well-deserving of such a high position she knew that that was where her man sat; firmly and happily upon his glorious, prestigious throne. It was good that Nikola stepped in before she could open her big mouth, even if she was giving him a huge compliment. “It is true. The Dragon no longer resides here.” The rest she didn’t hear. She might tell you that it’s because the wind picked up but we know, and Cloud and Nikola know, that that would be a lie. Either she didn’t want to hear it or it was such an overload of information and emotions that her body saved her since her denial couldn’t. For the first time in a long time, the light is gone from her beautiful face. She hears the mumble, an invitation from Nikola to continue their grand adventure through the mind-numbingly cold rain, and she remembers. It is not about her. She needs to move; she knows that Cloud won’t leave without her, and Nikola being the kind soul he is wouldn’t leave either, and for their sakes she moves. Bless their buttons. Bless Kyuui’s buttons. Then, as she is taking her first soldier-like steps, a miracle. She would be forgiven for being delirious. But he touches her and she knows. She feels the beautiful warmth of his touch even though her skin should have been too numb. Kyuui closes her eyes, leaning in gently and curling herself towards his affections. “Dragon,” she whimpers, overwhelmed, and tries to satiate the near-insatiable hunger for his embrace. Her lips find his, and trembling they slide along his jaw until she is chest-to-chest in an equine cuddle. It starts as a whisper but though she tries she cannot hold it in. “I love you. I've missed you so much. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'll earn your forgiveness, I promise. I'll make it up to you. You mean everything to me – oh, god, you're so cold! You shouldn't be out here. You should be snuggled up with me!” Remember.. “Anata wa watashitoisshoni yoriso~tsu suru hitsuyō ga arimasu,” she cries hot tears into his skin. the dragon's forever and ever! |