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Chaotic Cello
Guest
Original poster
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.
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.