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Chaotic Cello
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As soon as Myla exited the room, Amara let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto his back. Their conversation had been so exhausting and had hit so many sensitive points with him. He chose not to dwell on his lost mate and hatchling because if he did....if he did he wasn't sure if he could make it through the day. It was why he collected so much gold. Because with so much, instead of just getting the feeling of slight bliss and mesmerization (which is why dragons are naturally attracted to it) he could induce hypnotic trance like state and just forget for a little while.
His eyes closed. At least he was away from the human and alone for now. Alone. He rolled over with a groan. The word simply sent a pang through him. He liked not being bothered by the human--especially about his past--so he liked being alone. But he didn't like being alone. He released his grip in the mirror so it was laying on the ground beside him. All of this was just so confusing and he just wanted to escape it.
Planning to throw himself back at the gold's mercy, he went to roll over again so he can have a better view, but instead of rolling onto more ground he tumbled into the water. He barely made a splash and luckily his mirror was safely on the ground, but now he was wet. Amara lied in the water before he finally climbed out, taking the fall into the water as a sign that maybe now wasn't the best time to be enchanted by the gold.
When he finally exited the treasure cove (mirror put away safely of course) Amara looked and felt like a wet dog. He was shirtless, shivering, and his pants were barely hanging on his hips due to the weight of the water. His two small golden horns on the top of his head were not actually hidden in his hair...and in his said hair Amara had two separate bone combs stuck in his dripping, red wild tangle of mess. He held another two in his hands. "I fell in. Don't laugh" he admitted, voice deadpanned.
He then walked to the pile of furs and not caring if they got wet he fell face first into the pile. He remained still for a good thirty seconds before he turned his head and held out one of two the bone combs that weren't in his hair. "You can keep it...for you so this" a vague gesture towards his own set of hair was made. "Doesn't happen."
His eyes closed. At least he was away from the human and alone for now. Alone. He rolled over with a groan. The word simply sent a pang through him. He liked not being bothered by the human--especially about his past--so he liked being alone. But he didn't like being alone. He released his grip in the mirror so it was laying on the ground beside him. All of this was just so confusing and he just wanted to escape it.
Planning to throw himself back at the gold's mercy, he went to roll over again so he can have a better view, but instead of rolling onto more ground he tumbled into the water. He barely made a splash and luckily his mirror was safely on the ground, but now he was wet. Amara lied in the water before he finally climbed out, taking the fall into the water as a sign that maybe now wasn't the best time to be enchanted by the gold.
When he finally exited the treasure cove (mirror put away safely of course) Amara looked and felt like a wet dog. He was shirtless, shivering, and his pants were barely hanging on his hips due to the weight of the water. His two small golden horns on the top of his head were not actually hidden in his hair...and in his said hair Amara had two separate bone combs stuck in his dripping, red wild tangle of mess. He held another two in his hands. "I fell in. Don't laugh" he admitted, voice deadpanned.
He then walked to the pile of furs and not caring if they got wet he fell face first into the pile. He remained still for a good thirty seconds before he turned his head and held out one of two the bone combs that weren't in his hair. "You can keep it...for you so this" a vague gesture towards his own set of hair was made. "Doesn't happen."