{Shelby} Dragon's Sacrifice {Chaotic Cello}

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A feeling of pride seeped into Amara when he noticed Myla's captivation with his flames. Really, he didn't see it an impressive of a feat; most dragons could breath fire. The exceptions being that some in the far, far, far north (or the ones that have migrated from there) had a frosty icy breath, and some in the more tropic regions of the world could spew lightning. The point being, that they could all breath something and that it was as natural and easy for them as walking. But regardless of how unimpressive he found it, the human's attention to his flames made him want to preen and show off. Unfortunately, he couldn't really think of anything else to do with the flames besides making some more but bigger (it wasn't like he could make shapes out of them)---and seeing it was already warm enough he had to settle with just laying and staring at her.

From from a distance. He wasn't hurt that she refused his invitation to come closer, but he wasn't happy either. He considered slowly inching towards her or trying to invite her again, but after a long moment the dragon decided to let her keep the space between them. He could see fine from here. So after a moment of staring and considering how best to say 'suit yourself' without words, Amara nodded his and shrugged and awkwardly shurgged the best he could.

And then continued his blatent staring at her. He said he believed her when she said she wasn't sick--and he did believe her. But it didn't hurt to watch anyways. So he stared, unblinkingly...at least until the stars began appearing in the sky.

Then his eyes were on the stars, twinkling brightly in the sky--for the moon was hiding tonight. They held a similar to gold (and other shiny objects) in that they captivated him. But unlike the gold they did not put an hypnotizing cloud over his mind. No, the stars let him still be completely Amara and be aware of his surrondings--they just demanded to be looked at. It didn't hurt that the dragon did not mind looking at them one bit...and that if he could (and how he has tried in the past) he would pluck them all from the sky and add them to his collection. But he couldn't so he just watched them with content eyes and one of his claws reached out as if he could touch and grasp them at any moment.
 
When he gave an awkward shrug, or what Myla figured to be a shrug, she fixed her eyes back onto the landscape, a small smile gracing her lips as she continued to stare. They had no views like this back in the village, though it's not like many would care to look too into it anyway. Everyone went with their own ways, though they never wanted to dawdle on the simpler things in life, or at least they never seemed to want to just take a break from things. Then again, Myla could say that she was nearly the same way. Never did she ever really stop in her attempts of trying to prove herself to the village, nor did she never really stop when it came to defying the villagers.

But she knew that this was different, that she was different from them. Then again, that went back to the fact that she just didn't want to conform to their ideas, nor their ways. It wasn't necessarily because she was the type to defy someone, which she was, she just wanted to show that she was different. They all, however, just thought that it was atrocious.

Again she got that feeling that she was being watched, the feeling unsettling though she knew that it was only Amara. Why was he the only one to make her nervous with his staring? When the villagers did it, she could care less. But with him? She turned and glanced towards the dragon, raising her brows at him before she wiped at her face a little. Did she have something there? No, that wasn't it. Did he still think that she was going to be sick? She thought about telling him off, or at least telling him that she wasn't going to become sick, but thought against it as she saw his attention being brought to the stars.

Her own attention was brought to the sky as well, though she tilted her head as she thought. He couldn't be attracted to the gleam from the stars as well, could he? "Do not tell me that stars captivate you as well." She spoke, looking back down to see the dragon reaching one of his claws out towards the sky. She gave him an incredulous look as she crossed her arms.
 
He was caught. If Amara was able to blush in this form (and thankfully he couldn't) his already deep red scales would be ablaze in embarrassment. It wasn't that Myla had figured out that the stars captivated him, but was more that she could see his rather (admittedly) ridiculous attempt to touch them.

His eyes flickered down to Myla and back to the still outstretched claw. He considered playing it off as something else---anything else that wasn't nearly child-like, embarrassing, and perhaps undragon-like. But he couldn't think of another single thing that his claw could be doing. So he sheepishly lowered it to the ground and shifted about oddly until the claw was hidden from sight under his body.

His gaze returned to the human and he remembered that she had sort of asked him a question. Well more of an accusation really. Amara could ignore it and simply return his gaze to the stars. Stars that were begging his eyes to look at with their gleam dancing in his peripheral vision. But that would probably be rude and the stars weren't demanding as his gold so there wasn't a reason not to. So with a small flare of fire (to make him look cool and to make up for his earlier embarrassment) he nodded his head.

In the action though he noticed her posture and facial features. The crossed arms and look on her...she face almost seemed annoyed. His head tilted to the side in confusion. Amara did not understand that one bit. And he had to know why.

With much reluctance, he turned his head back up to the sky and let out another great burst of warming fire before transforming back to his humanoid form. Which when the shift complete was laying awkwardly on his stomach hand trapped under his chest like he had been in his true form. Sitting up and shaking out his hair, he asked "What is that look for?"
 
Rolling her eyes at his little show of throwing fire into the air, she still couldn't help but think that it was captivating, though not in the sense of how Amara became captivated with his gold, or even the stars it seemed. Still, was it odd that he would be transfixed with the stars as well, just because they were relatively shiny? They didn't seem to put him in the trance that gold and other treasures would, however, but nevertheless Myla still found it odd that little things that were... Something she knew nothing about, something that had no value and that only came out at night, took a hold of his attention like it did.

"It is... Understandable, in a way I guess." She shrugged, her arms still crossed as she looked up at the sky. She didn't mention anything when he hid his arm under himself, only thinking that that couldn't be a comfortable position, but she pushed that thought aside. Either way, she figured that she could sympathize with him a little on this; the stars could be captivating, and even she liked to look up at them once in a while, when she actually found herself not able to sleep like on nights like this back in the village. But she knew that she didn't hold the same amazement to them as the dragon did.

She stayed quiet though, not expanding any more on her thought, and even when she noticed the dragon changing into his human form she didn't turn to look at him. She just continued to look up into the sky only the dragon spoke, causing her to turn and look at him, raising her brows at him. "What look?" She asked, her brows furrowing now.
 
Amara blinked. Finding himself at a loss of words on how to explain the look. Due to having a lack of speech capabilities in their true forms, dragons were in general really good at reading body language---and never really needed words to explain it. If someone asked what was a look for, there was always an unspoken understanding of what look they were talking about. It was just a look. The look.

He bit his lip. He didn't have the words. So he stood up, grabbed his hair and tied to together in a bun like Myla's. "This look!" He then crossed his arms and out an exaggerated impression of Myla's previous incredulous stare and spoke in the girlest voice he could muster (which was a rather grating high pitch squeak) and in a slightly annoyed tone. "Don't tell me the stars captivate you as well!"

It was a rather silly and exaggerated impression, but it was the only way he could explain what he meant. He sighed and suppressed a small grin. Perhaps the hair was a bit much. He scratched at his hair, releasing it running a claw through it and turning back to Myla.

"Never mind" he waved his hand; the one not running through his hair. "It isn't like I could expect you to understand the beauty of the stars." His eyes turned back to the sky. "They are dragon souls after all and you are only human."

The stars being dragon souls was only a story to tell over-curious hatchlings so they would stop asking questions, and by adulthood most dragons no longer believed it and just enjoyed the shiny lights. Amara hadn't believed it for a long while, but by some coincidence the star his hatchling had claimed as her soul died the same night she died---he had been a firm believer in it ever since.

Hie eyes went to a particular star. It was a large red star in a relatively open area of the sky. The light from this star was a bit duller than most of the others in the sky. Amara smiled. He didn't care, this one was his favorite and was the one that held his eyes most often. He pointed at it. "See that one is my soul!"
 
Myla rose her brows as she watched the dragon grab his hair and pulled it into a somewhat bun, and then gave a bit of an impression, or what she thought was an impression, of her. Honestly, while she more than likely would have found that highly annoying had that happened in the village, this one didn't anger her. Not at all. In all honesty, it made her laugh, a little anyway. As the little fits of laughter escaped from her lips, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand, like she had done so before, and once she was able to calm down she dropped the hand.

"I do not sound like that, or look like that." She spoke, a hint of a amusement in her voice. She felt as if he hadn't been mocking when he did the impression, merely was just trying to make a statement, or maybe he was just trying to prove a point? She wasn't exactly sure, but, for what ever reason, she found herself okay with it. "But no, perhaps I don't." She looked up into the sky again, her eyes blinking as she looked at the stars. "Dragon souls? Is that why you like to look at them?"

The humans, or as far as she knew, had no semblance to the stars, or at least none that she was told. They were just... There, and even before when she had asked her parents when she was young, they would always say that they meant nothing. That they were just there and only appeared at night for no reason. They were nothing, pointless things that shouldn't be thought about so often because they brought nothing to the village, nor did they help with anything in the least bit. They held no value, so why think about them?

She frowned at the thought, but when Amara pointed to the stars again she had half a mind to think that he was reaching out for them again, like he had before. But when he spoke, she knew she was wrong. She tried to look in the direction that he was pointing to, wondering whether or not she was looking in the right place and at the right star, but when she saw a rather large, red one, she had a feeling that that was the one he spoke of. She wasn't sure, but maybe? "How can you tell which is yours? There are so many in the sky, and they are so... Equal to each other?" She shrugged. "How can you tell?"
 
Amara was smiling, glad she wasn't angry at his impression. It seemed she missed the point---he was trying to show her the look he was previously questioning what he did to earn it...but that didn't matter any more. Thry were talking about the stars.

His eyes didn't leave his star and his hand continued to point "Yeah, that is part of the reason we like to look at them." He paused and glanced at Myla playfully. "It also doesn't hurt that they are shiny." He added with a laugh before his eyes returned to the sky. His pointing arm was still outstreched, but instead of pointing it was reaching again as a wistful expression crossed his face.

He was trying to think of how to explain to her how he could tell. It seemed like one of those things that just was. He thought back to his days as a hatchling to when he picked out his star as his soul and tried to remember why. "It's red." His statement and tone were simple and still didn't explain why he picked this red star rather than a couple of others in the sky. "And it is my favorite and the best star." He shrugged and turned to Myla, lowering his hand and hiding it behind his back, once again slightly embarrassed. "I'm the best dragon you have ever met, right? That means I get the best soul."
 
She snorted at his response of him also being attracted to the stars because of how shiny they were, something that she was beginning to get a little used to. Him commenting about things being shiny and how they captivated him that was, and though she found it odd... She almost admired it. Not that he could become hypnotized but it, but because he seemed to appreciate more about the item then she probably ever could. Sure, Myla figured that it was an unhealthy obsession, but maybe sometimes being able to just get away and think about other things wasn't such a bad thing.

She blinked as she turned her head to look at him, catching that wistful look that hinted in his eyes. He really did care for that star, or at least found it very important to him. But, obviously that was just a dragon custom, something that she would never be able to understand. But nevertheless, as he spoke, no matter how little it was, the woman found herself smiling at his words. They were sincere, or so they seemed, and she liked that.

"You're the only dragon that I know," she spoke, rolling her eyes though more so in a slightly amused manner than anything. "So I cannot say that you are the best, if you are the only one. But... You are different, like that star." She looked up at the sky, her eyes peering at the red one. "It works for you, I believe." Her tone had turned soft as she spoke, her head tilting to the side as she continued to look. "And it matches your hair." She shrugged, smiling.
 
Amara laughed. "If I'm the only dragon you know, I have to be the best!" He childshly stuck out his tongue. "You have nothing to compare me to. You have to assume all the others are worse!" It was faulty logic and he knew it. It didn't stop him from using it though. Because what dragon would not try to boast and defend that they are the best? They were all the best in their own eyes and will let everyone know it.

He smiled once again at his star before he shivered. The heat from his flames had pretty much completely dissipated by now and the cold of the night was begining to seep into him. "I'm gonna go in now." He stated, turning to Myla. This contradicited his earlier purpose of waiting and watching her for signs of sickness (that she obviously showed no signs for), but all of that was in the very back of his mind.

He walked to the cave entry way before glancing back at her. "You can stay out here, but I suggest coming in and getting some rest. Maybe we can go to a market and get you umm human things that you need." A grin crossed his face, "And me being the big bad evil dragon... I can't guarantee that we don't have take a detor to avoid knights or some other commotion or trouble." He stopped speaking and walked into the entry way and into his newly arranged den and stared and blink for a moment.

He had to get used to the new large carpet like set-up versus the big pile. With a sigh he grabbed two furs from the small pile he left and brought them to a coner of the new...carpet. He folded one up into a sembalnce of a pillow and wrapped the other around himself before flopping down to the ground. It was comfortable enough, but his orginal pile was definetly better.
 
"Yes, but because I have nothing to compare you to, how can I accurately say that you are the best?" Myla laughed lightly at the comment, shaking her head she turned her head to look down. Trying to think that a dragon was the best out of the best... What had her life turned into? Definitely not like she had thought, actually she was still thankful to be alive, yet she never thought she would have to ponder on a though such as that in her life, ever. And to think that she had only been here for two days, not even enough time to properly do many things.

She cast her eyes down to look into the trees, or down at them rather, and into the direction that she remembered them having come from after leaving the village. She could see nothing in the distance, and that made her wonder just how far away from the village they were. How life there was and if anything had changed. Doubtful, but maybe that did. She hoped they felt regret for their decision, that her father felt the most intense guilt out of them all for sending their daughter here, that he felt sick with worry. He shouldn't have done this. He shouldn't have given her up.

But as Amara spoke, she shook her head to clear her thoughts, trying to piece together what he had said before before she nodded her head, getting the jist of what he had said. Going to the market... Well, at least she would able to finally get out of the cave and not have to sit out by the entrance to get some fresh air. But going out in the open, going out into civilization... Wouldn't that be dangerous to him, Amara?

'Why am I worried about him?' She thought, rubbing a hand against the back of her neck. She frowned deeply, not turning to look back when she heard him walk back into the cave, a cold chill running down her spine, but she stayed out there for a little longer. This wasn't right, this wasn't right! Why did she want to be civil with him, why did she want to get along? Why did she find herself wanting to kill him less and less, even now.

She turned to look back, her eyes catching the glint of one of the weapons that hung on the sides of the cave. Maybe she could kill him now, maybe? She shook her head. No, not now. Not right now. Besides, they were going to the market tomorrow. This was her time to be able to get things, or to even maybe just escape. More than likely he would be the one paying, if he even did that, so why not use it to her advantage. Yes, that could work. She wouldn't kill him then because of that.

Or at least that's what she told herself.

As another chill went through her, Myla decided to head back into the cave, the space warming her a little. She stopped as she caught sight of the new arrangement, very surprised. She didn't dwell on it too long, however, and walked over to the pile, setting herself up a little stop, still away from Amara, before she laid down, yawing. Sleep would be good. Sleep would help her forget, and make her realize her end goal again. To kill him and take his things, so that she could go back to the village and be a hero. Yes, that was what she wanted. Right? She drifted to sleep shortly after that.
 
Amara awakened early, hours before dawn in a cold sweat. His body shook as he sat straight up and tried despartely to control ragged breathing. It was rare for him to have nightmares. Most of the time his sleep was dreamless and peaceful. But his earlier conversations about his past---his loss of his family-- with Myla reminded his mind of its demons and they were determined to haunt his sleep.

He clenched his hands, claws digging into his palms as he forced himself to take deep breaths and shut the memories out of his mind. It took several minutes, but slowly his breaths became even and his demeanor became calm.

He ran a hand through his hair before he remembered Myla. She was in the room and while he was fairly certain he didn't make too much noise calming himself down---he had no idea if he had made sound in his sleep. He didn't dare turn and face her. He wasn't sure if she was still asleep, but the fear that he had awoken her and that she saw him in such a state.....well he would not be able to look her in the eye if that was the case. So he couldn't check.

Amara bit his lip. He could only hope that she was still asleep; or in a state of groggy half awarness, perhaps dazed. In any case, he couldn't stay here. He wouldn't find sleep again tonight, and if he had awoken her he could hardly sit here and pretend that nothing had happened.

So he stood up stiffly, and retreated to his treasure room---purposefully not placing his gaze anywhere near Myla's direction. It was better not to know.
 
Her sleep was beginning to get better the longer she stayed here, or, at least, her night hadn't been as restless as t had been the first night. Nevertheless, Myla wasn't going to complain, though just that thought alone struck a bout of fear within herself. Was she... Getting comfortable here, getting comfortable with being around the dragon? The thought hadn't disrupted her sleep though; just made her stir every once in a while, maybe the occasional mumble, but otherwise nothing seemed off putting about her sleep.

Something did bother her, however, throughout the night, something permitting in her mind that was telling her to wake up, or at least become aware of her surroundings. She didn't want to, despite her mind's protest, which, eventually, caused her to opened her eyes the slightest bit. With her back having been faced Amara, as soon as she had opened her eyes she caught the glimpse of a figure walking away and across her vision in the distance, disappearing from her vision shortly after. Was that.. Amara? The figure had disappeared in the direction of where the treasure room lye, but if that had been an intruder, how could they have found it, and so quickly. Taking a deep breath, she turned her body to face the other direction, but when her eyes came into contact with nothing she knew the figure that she had seen was Amara. Why was he up so early? She wasn't exactly sure; maybe it was just a dragon thing, or maybe he as just an extremely early riser. After all, the other night had had woken up before her as well, though she wasn't sure at what time.

But still, didn't this seem a little too early? The sun hadn't even begun to rise, casting a darkened glow into the cave, basically enabling Myla to see hardly anything. Only shadows and dark figures, like she had seen his body as. Oh well, it probably wasn't that important. If he had woken up because of an intruder she was more than positive that he would have made some type of signal or noise to try and scare them off, maybe even warn them before he attacked. Nothing seemed amiss either, so it couldn't be that. He probably just couldn't sleep. That eased her mind a bit, allowing the woman to close her eyes once again as she let sleep overtake her. Still, it bothered her a bit that something was wrong with him, that maybe she should go in there and see if everything was all right, but she decided to leave it alone and worry about it later on.
 
Amara heard nothing follow him into the treasure room and for that he was grateful. He had either not woken Myla up or he had just been ignored---and he didn't really care which one had happened at the moment. The treasure room was dark with the lack of sunlight filtering through tiny holes in the celing that lit the room during the day. Instead, dim moonlight filtered through the holes leaving the room in a soft white glow.

The gold and treasure didn't glimmer and sparkle in the moonlight, and the glow was attractive to his eyes and brought a very light haze to his mind. This haze was, however, not nearly as powerful as the trance the gold normally brought and wasn't even half as powerfull as the lull of the stars. He growled. He needed the gold's normal distraction; the mind numbing cloud to get his mind off the nightmare. To find some form of artificle peace. It wasn't being offered.

He quickly found his mirror and practically stomped to a one of the larger piles of coins, sitting and snuggling into the treasure the best he could. The coins were hard and dug into his back uncomfortably, but their coolness was appreciated. He brought the mirror in front of his face and stared at his reflection and focused on the coolness of the coins on his back and the very moonlit glimmer that his precious mirror was reflecting. Amara was determined to get as close to a full trance as he could get.

He tried for over an hour to no avail. He set the mirror to the side and pulled his hair in frustration. Images of his nightmare kept flashing behind his eyes everytime he blinked. A small broken body and a larger also broken one cradled around it. A bloody field. Familiar teeth, horns, and claws in the hands of knights and kings used as trophies. He stood up and hit the pile he was leaning against. Pieces scattered around and making metallic clangs.

What good was all of this treasure when it wouldn't work when he needed it!? He stalked to another pile attacking it to sending more gold tumbling. He growled and snarled as he went mound to mound knocking them over viscously until there were none left for him to topple and he was back by were the first pile he had struck had been and where he had set his mirror.

The thought to smash it briefly crossed his mind. But it quickly left his mind. He couldn't do that. He wouldn't forgive himself later. The dragon slowly sunk to his knees suddenly done with his temper tantrum and carefully picked up the mirror and cradled it to his chest as if to apologize for the thought.
 
Again she was woken back up by a disturbance, however for a completely different reason than the paranoia she held just about an hour before. The clanging of coins hitting the ground, the sounds of something metallic bouncing about until they came to a halting stop is what woke the woman up, startling her from her sleep actually. Her eyes shot open as she instantly started to look around, it no lighter in the cave then it had been when she woke up previously. Still, there was no sign of Amara; he must still be in the treasure room, though the sounds of disturbance seemed to be coming from that direction. Had there actually been someone in the cave, and the dragon was just now finding him?

That thought alone caused Myla to jerk up, especially at the sound of more coins falling to the ground. Was he fighting something? She almost didn't want to see, yet in all the same moment she wanted to, which caused her to stand, her body fully awake now as the feeling of worry over came her. She gulped before she walked more into the cave, catching sight of the dagger she had used to cut the combs out of Amara's hair which made her pick the object up, figuring that if she was going to see she wanted to at least be a bit protected, though how much would she be able to do against something twice her size?

Quietly she stalked her way towards the hole where the treasure stay kept away, hearing nothing coming from it anymore. The cave had grown quiet again, but that only seemed to unsettle Myla even more. She bent down, crawling through the space until she was in the cave with the treasures, her eyes looking up to see all the coins and other things scattered about. What happened in here? It looked different too, not just from the mess, but from the less amount of light that was in there. No littering like there was before, no reflections of light being bounced off... But her eyes quickly averted from the coins when she caught sight of Amara, kneeing against a pile of coins, his back towards her. Something seemed wrong. "A-Amara?" She spoke, taking another step into the cave though staying away from the dragon, least he try to attack or something. "What happened in here?"
 
Amara's head snapped in Myla's direction and he whirled around, quickly on his feet at the sound of her voice, still clutching the mirror. Startled he let out a low growl, assuming intruder and he briefly wondered how they found his treasure room. His eyes then slowly focused in the dim light and he recognized Myla.

He sighed and his muscles relaxed before he sunk back to the ground and assumed a half sitting, half laying position. He considered her question and bit his lip. He had the urge to snarl the word nothing and chase her away, but that would be a bit uncalled for (and knowing his luck make her prod even more).

His tone was forced and his voice had a strain of uncomfortableness in it , "I was just redecorating... Like it?" It was an awful lie and he had a feeling he was going to be called out on it. He didn't even tell it well.

The dragon sighed and sunk completely down so he was laying flat on his back. His right hand continued to hold the mirror to his chest while he raised his left and made a vague gesture for Myla to come closer before he rested it on his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut.

"I wanted to watch it glimmer and be distracted. But the sun isn't out so there isn't enough light for it so I got mad and knocked everything over...and assumably woke you up." He admitted in an uncharacteristic soft whisper.

He didn't want to talk about it. Talking about things didn't solve his problems. Letting gold make his mind go numb did. But seeing that the gold was refusing to help him out, he might as well try talking.
 
She took a quick step back at the low growl that was thrown her way, her hand gripping against the handle of the dagger a bit tighter, readying just in case he attacked. But, in reality, what would she be able to do against him? Probably next to nothing, whether or not she had this weapon in her hands. He was strong, bigger, and just overall could over power, making her realize that maybe she was beginning to get over her head with this entire situation. But he seemed to calm down shortly after, possibly realizing that it was her, which caused her tense form to slightly relax. Still, Myla couldn't help but keep a cautious gaze towards the dragon.

Furrowing her brows at his first statement, it took Myla a lot not to roll her eyes at his comment, knowing that it wasn't true. From what she had seen before, to see how much he adored the coins and treasures, she doubted if he would try to redecorate anything, especially not in this messy of a manner. Her eyes swept across the expanse of the little cave once more before landing her eyes on the beast, catching a glimpse of how... Troubled he seemed. With his posture, the way he spoke, the way he continued to clutch onto that mirror as if it was the last thing he had in this world... She felt bad for him. She actually held a bit of sympathy for him.

She hesitated to step closer, but nevertheless after a bit of debating with her mind she did, though still keeping her distance. He didn't seem to be in that stable of a mindset at the moment, and she figured that he might be a bit unpredictable, especially since he didn't seemed to be as dulled by the treasures as he normally was. But his words answered her unasked question, explaining that they weren't doing their job in distracting him, but that made her wonder. "What were you trying to distract yourself from?" She asked, tilting her head to the side as she took another step closer to him. "What are you hiding from?" She wasn't exactly sure, but she only figured this act, him wanting to always come into this place to get lost, was a way of not only distracting himself, but to also hide himself away, maybe from something? Maybe even from himself?
 
All of Amara's muscles froze when Myla asked her questions. He felt as if his heart stopped and he couldn't draw even the barest of breaths. The dragon could barely admit to himself internally that he uses this room to hide away and from himself and his problems. Barely. But he could not even say it aloud to himself. Let alone have someone else, someone human, call him out on it. It made him want to shudder and squirm. But he was simpky frozen in place instead.

It took him a good painfully long fifteen seconds to break the frozen spell of appalled shock that Myla had unwitteningly placed on him; and the second he did he took in the deep breath. He took in several more before he managed to calm himself enough to know he wasn't going to snap in anger or panic. He turned his head towards Myla---bothered by the glimpse of sympathy (that he saw more as pity) in her gaze.

"What I am trying to distract myself from is none of your concern." He said voice cold, clenching his jaw. Trying to shut this topic down. He had thought moments ago that he could talk, but clearly he couldn't. He didn't know how to cope. He didn't have the slightest clue. It would be better to just wait for the sun to come up and make the gold shine how likes it and lose himself and hide away then.

He flinched. Hide away. He turned away his head back away from Myla and stared at the celing and the soft moonbeams that he cursed for not being as effective as the sun. "And I don't hide away." His tone was empty and disbeliving but he gave a half hearted growl to try and puncuate the point.

The hand not clutching the mirror briefly through his hair before flopping lifelessly to the ground in a state of solemn self-recognition. Maybe if he talked about it indirectly it would make Myla leave him alone and help a little?

He bit his lip and held the mirror up and looked at his face, deciding he didn't like the expression his emotions forced on his face.

He started suddenly, not at the beginning and with no intentions to tell the end or any conext for that matter but enough to give Myla something to see if it would help. "This is my favorite. Not because of the value or the shiny...though I suppose it helps. No, it is my favorite because it was Kali's favorite. Silly, stupid girl was human watching---even though she wasn't suppose to. Of course, she saw a fancy princess traveling in some carriage going to some party, or wedding or something. I don't really know. But she saw this and decided she wanted it. I found her and brought before she tried to for it for herself and got killed by some knights but she kept begging non-stop for it for days. Wanted the princess too as a pet or something. Got less adorable and real annoying fast. Had to track down the princess and steal this from her. Told the lady it was a dragon tax and she actually gave it up without a fight or calling her guards or anything. When I brought it back, Kali was so happy and in love was this darn thing she even forget about her desire to keep the princess. She speng hours daily preening infront of it and talking to it. Wouldn't go to bed without it. Even named it too. Lovely Lolalalala." He stopped suddenly and closed his eyes, unwilling to make eye contact with Myla anx trying to internalize and see if it made him feel any better. He wasn't sure if it had or not.
 
Another sense of fear was struck through the woman as she caught the glimpse of cold anger coming from the dragon after he seemed to get his bearings together. Maybe she shouldn't tempt him, Myla figured, or at least anger him, not right now. He seemed too uptight, too upset over the fact that he couldn't lose himself in the treasures like he normally did. Again the thought of this act, him coming here so often to lose all sense of reality, was not healthy in the least bit, but what could she say about it? Apparently he was trying to cope with something, and that fact only seemed to be proven a little more as he finally spoke to her, his voice cold. She flinched at the tone, beginning to think that perhaps she had overstepped her boundaries a bit. Maybe she should have stayed in main part of the cave to leave him be; maybe she should just leave right now.

She spoke nothing as she continued to look at Amara, her form slowly backing up as she decided that it would probably be best if she leave, and just leave him to himself. It was obvious he didn't want to talk about anything, didn't want to speak of the reality of the situation, and she didn't want to anger him in the wrong way least he start to attack her or even start to destroy more of this room. But when he spoke of himself not hiding, she couldn't help but stop. Yeah, like she was supposed to believe that. However she spoke nothing, but instead of leaving she stayed, watching him. Something just didn't seem right; he seemed to distraught for his own good. It made her think about what he had said before, about losing everything that was important to him, and while he never expanded on the matter much, she had a feeling that thinking about the family he lost made him like this, made him want to forget.

Was that how it would always be, with both humans and dragons alike? If they lose someone close to them, would they lose themselves and wallow in a hallow of self pity for the rest of their life, wondering what could have been, wondering why it wasn't them that had to pass. That wasn't much of a life to live, but maybe love was stronger than Myla realized. To have to devotion to someone, to put your everything into the people you love and then suddenly have them ripped from your life, never to see them again, never to hear their voices again... Maybe that was something that was too much to bear, something that could break anybody, but she didn't know that feeling. Didn't ever think she would, however looking at Amara she didn't know if she ever did want to. It seemed like too much.

Her eyes had traveled to look down at the ground as those thoughts processed through her mind, biting at her lip gently. Quickly she looked up when he began to speak abruptly, his words confusing her greatly, though as he spoke more and more she couldn't help but furrow her brows. Who was he talking about? Maybe... Kali was the hatchling he had lost? Unless she was reading much into it, she wanted to believe that, and for what ever reason just listening to the little tale brought a sinking feeling to her. Is that why the mirror was so important to him, because it reminded him of the past, made him feel as if he was still close to this Kali? Made it seem like she was there, in a sense. "It reminds you of them, of her, does it not? That's why you keep it so dear to yourself, because it keeps you close to them?" She paused, biting her lip as she wondered whether or not she should speak again, a bout of nervousness running through her but she decided to speak it anyway. "Is this Kali... Was she your hatchling or...?" She had half a mind to wonder if it had been his mate, but the tendencies he spoke of, how this Kali continued to preen for the mirror, it seemed more something that a child would do.
 
He hadn't expected her to comment. He didn't know why. It made more sense for her to comment than to not. Perhaps it was just a stupid internal hope that she would just listen and walk away? But that wouldn't it have just been easier to talk to the air if that were the case?

Amara didn't know what to feel. He took a deep breath. Taking in the comments and listening...it could help. It also didn't hurt that her words seemed accurate. The mirror, he felt better with it and sometimes if closed his eyes and thought really hard he could almost imagine her babbling and think for the most fleeting second she was still there. No admitting that right now though.

He sat up and nodded. He could admit she was right about the closeness. That didn't hurt too much and he almost relaxed. Sharing this was making him feel a little better.

The final question though took that away. He didn't want her to figure that out. It made sense that she did. Just like it made sense that she commented. He just hadn't thought it through. He was about to give her a scathing look, but when he looked up at her it faded.

All he saw was nervousness and nothing about an intent to harm. "Hatchling." He confirmed, glancing to the ground. A feeling of loneliness began to creep in. He felt worse, not better. "I don't want to talk about this anymore." His voice was a little shaky at first but he quickly detached it.

Suddenly, as if nothing had happened at all, Amara was on his feet. He forced a fake smile to his face. "Why don't you go back to sleep or get ready? We got to leave for the market soon if you are unwilling to fly. I'm not too sure how long it takes to walk there so early is better than late!"
 
Myla couldn't help but grimace when her question had been answered, him telling her that that had been his hatchling who wanted that mirror so badly in the past. He really must be feeling some type of pain, to know that that was something she loved, yet not have her here to adore it like she used to. She almost felt bad for speaking about it, but, for some reason, deep down inside, she couldn't help but think getting him to talk about this was good. To keep all of that bottled up inside of his self... To keep all of this down, Myla felt like it was doing more bad than good, but who was she to really say? Again the woman came to the realization that she didn't really know the dragon, that she had only been captured and kept here for a few days, and while they have had many conversations, nothing that was too personal, or at least nothing that opened either up to the other. But that was for the best. She did not want to get close to him, didn't want to feel any kind of emotion towards him, yet as she looked at him, listening to the way he spoke, she couldn't help it. She felt bad for him and... Almost angry at the fact that his family had passed, for making him endure all of this hurt?

She shook her head, trying to push the feeling down. But still... No one deserved to feel this much pain.

Turning to look away, she said nothing, for once respecting his wishes to not speak on the subject any longer. Honestly, she really didn't either, but there was still something prodding in the back of her mind to get him to talk about it, to know what happened to his mate and hatchling. But she knew that that was just her curiosity speaking, and her curiosity never did help her. When she turned to look up, catching sight of that fake smile her frown only seemed to deepen. That was way too forced, even she could tell. "Fine," she spoke, turning her body.

She carried herself over to where the entrance of the treasure room started, but before crawling through the space she stopped. "You know... Keeping all if that bottled within yourself, just trying to use the gold as a means of escape? I think it might be doing more harm to you than anything." And with that she crawled through the space and left. She knew she wouldn't be getting any more sleep, so instead of even trying to fight herself for it, she just decided to lay against the pelts and stare up at the ceiling, her hands resting against her stomach and sighed.
 
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