I sit in the fall night all is calm and quiet. I hear the soft call of the owl calling out to its mate as the night draws on. I know my patience will be rewarded, know he will come this way. It is the easiest way up the mountain, to Daenerys. Likely he is tired, I cannot say that I am not tired myself, but so driven to catch the brute alone and without the safety net of Daenerys near, as well as my charges I must stay awake. Soon the reward of my venture comes to me in the sound of a sob, the scent of blood mingled with Leonidas. Fool. My lip twitches up indistaste knowing he is far to stuborn to die and by the odd shuffle he is still alive. My forest green gaze soon drinks up is form, seeing how he holds the leg and himself copper in the air still filling my nares all I can do is stare at him a bit sickened for a moment. I wait for him to do something, say something, but he seems content to act as if I am not here even though our eyes had met. I knew he was avoiding me, but to all out ignore me. That hurt.

Not really.

”You have not changed, you are the rash moron I had met when I was a child squabbling over who got to be with who. It is hard to imagine I used to refer to you as brother.” My song like voice cannot contain the disgust within, I had hoped maybe, he had finally learned, finally got a hold of himself but no, ”You ran…. Again.” The words hung in the air like nothing my own anger filling it like nothing else. Concentrated emotions of a dragon. I did not need to have a fit to show how displeased I was. I stand up, my graceful form picking down the rocks towards him I knew there was no escape. Not looking like that not with that sob and the blood.

”Who in the fuck do you think you are?” I say this time all song like qualities leaving my voice, a rarity, as well as the perhaps overly vulgar language though it is soft, I do not need to be loud to let it hang in the air. My fur prickles hackles raising I will say all there is that needs to be said this night, he will hear it or I will pull on that leg of his until he does.

”You are her supposed protector, you leave her in the state she is in, injured and healing and look what you have done to yourself!” I look over his mangled form voice filled with disgust but at the very least the songlike tendrils of my voice returned perhaps a good sign for him, ”You expect to protect anyone like that do you, Leonidas? Do you? Have you learned no control? No restraint? I saw you storming down the mountain I know what it is that kills you so, and it disgusts me.” How would I know? He may ask? Had I not stated before I had been in Diveen? I had been around, more than he had and perhaps if he had been around he would have learned much sooner than this about who imprinted on who. I figured it would have bothered him back in the day, I wondered if that was what drove him off. Maybe it still was, but either way I am sure that was what set of his little mind today.

”So who did you pick a fight with? What do you have to say for yourself?” I asked letting the question ring in the air. I know he didn’t want this, but he needed it. And maybe after I go my answers, maybe I would help him to Niviaq’s den to see treatment. So rude to bother her so late at night but that wound certainly was nasty and it needed someone to see to it. If I wanted him to live. Which, right now, that was questionable.

~ Calls Sage’s Soul ~ Serenades None ~ Sings Spirane’s Song~