The forbidden fruit

Actions of unspoken words

,,But it looks so comfortable!" Hover breathed out and took a look around.

,,That's what I thought when I first found this place."

The soft bed of moss really was comfortable. He would know, since he always came to rest here after being scolded and sometimes even hit by his family. It reminded him of the strongest feeling of safety that he had ever experienced. And now he wanted Hover to have that too.

The orange skywing closed his eyes for a bit and inhaled the cold air, while letting himself be bathed in sunlight. Iceberg never found out, how the sun managed to shine right in this spot all the time, but it was quite convinient, so he didn't complain.
As he zoned out staring at the handsome dragons sunlit face, that had such nice and sharp cheekbones, Hover suddenly growled out of pain. He seemed as if he tried his best not to fall to the ground, burying his claws violently into the dirt. That seemed painful.

,,Hey, you alright?" Iceberg asked, his voice sounding alarmed. He managed to catch Hover so he stood back upright, but he guessed that the skywing would soon faint out of pain. Iceberg put all of his strength to lifting Hover, so that he could walk his almost limp body to the moss bed. As he laid him down, he saw a big nasty scratch on his underbelly. It wasn't cutting too deep, but definitely deep enough to make the dragon faint.

,,Stay with me." Iceberg said, while holding Hovers head with his talon. ,,I'll think of something, don't worry."

Hover groaned and lifted his eyelids weakly. His gold eyes shined in the sunset plume of light that seeped through the treetops and Iceberg cought himself thinking strange stuff.
,,Focus, you helpless dragon." he scolded himself and began scanning the surroundings. There was nothing he could use to help Hover. How was he even gonna do that? That scar looked infected and dirty.

He clicked his tongue at the sight and began thinking out of the box. No, he couldn't do that... could he?
He was always strictly taught to never use his animus magic, no matter the occasion. But Hover looked so troubled and in pain and Iceberg felt this horrible squishing feeling in his stomach when he saw his agonized face...
Hover whined suddenly, smoke rising from his nostrils as he clenched his jaw and closed his eyes violently.

Iceberg made up his mind.

,,How do I do this?" he realized with a slight shiver. ,,I've never done this before, except the time when I first discovered my magic. I think I just... hold an object and tell it what to do? Is that it?"
He grabbed a feather from the nest that Hover laid on and glared on it, puzzled. Would this work? It seemed too easy for him, but he had to do something about Hovers scar. He inhaled and closed his eyes.
,,I enchant this feather to heal every wound that it touches."
He opened his eyes and gently brushed Hovers scar with it's tip. Hover suddenly opened his gold eyes and looked a lot more alive. As Iceberg glanced on the bloody scratch on Hovers underbelly, he could see it closing up and disappearing right before his eyes.

,,What was that?!" Hover shouted, shocked out of his scales. He took one quick glance at the healed up spot and then jerked his head back up to face Iceberg.

,,I think I just used my magic to heal you."

,,You WHAT?!" the skywing roared.

,,You're welcome, smoke breath." Iceberg snorted.

Hover shifted in the moss bed to sit upright and lowered his voice.

,,Didn't you hear about the animus magic theory?" he almost whispered, as he pushed his snout closer to Icebergs face. Iceberg could fell his smoky breath on his snout, because of how close their faces got. He almost forgot to breathe out for a minute. ,,It's the whole point why the skywings get rid of any animi, right when they discover their powers."

,,Wait, what? Your tribe kills off all the animus dragons?" Iceberg asked in horror. The fact that Hover sounded so "matter of fact-ly" didn't really help.
He gave Iceberg one little look and he immediately knew that Hover wasn't playing around.
Why would anyone do that? They willingly get rid of power by doing this. Not to mention the poor dragonets that have to die just because of how they are born.

,,They do it all because the Queen believes that they will go mad and do something horrible, like the legends say. Plus, she doesn't like the idea of someone being more powerful than her." Hover continued. He lowered his gaze and stayed silent for a moment.

That indeed sounded horrible. It wasn't fair at all to assume what would the dragon turn out like, based on just their powers. Iceberg felt sick just listening to all of this. Even if he thought that all the Icewing traditions and rules were nonsense, he could tell that the skywing tribe is terrible to be a part of. He really felt bad for this poor dragon that had to deal with all that.
He unintendedly wrapped his wings around Hover and tangled his tail with his in a comforting gesture. It was really dangerous to get so close to the skywing, he knew, but he just couldn't help it.

,,I don't want to lose you, ever." Iceberg thought as he pulled Hover closer to his chest. ,,I'm going to keep you safe, no matter what it takes."