𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙀𝙇𝙔𝙎 𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙍𝙔𝙀𝙉 tore her mother apart from the inside out. She had gotten stuck halfway from the womb, slowly eroding the bones and muscles within the young woman. Her father had been granted a choice, and in that moment the chance...
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VISAELOR COLLAPSED DOWN TO THE BEACH, his underbelly burying in the soft, yellow sand. Smoke billowed from his nostrils, tendrils of ashen grey mixing with the early morning mist. The deep black scales that decorated Visaelor were shimmering with water from the clouds, only brightening the silver tips. They looked akin to strikes of lightening upon a weeping, midnight sky. The beast released tender coos, reminiscent of a bird's call, to his rider.
The Princess Anaelys grinned when she fell to ground height, leaning back on the dragon-saddle, she wiped sweat and rainwater from her brow. The journey had been long, and had felt worse than she had anticipated. By the night, Anaelys had grown drowsy — and no doubt Visaelor had felt the same.
Aegon and Sunfyre followed shortly thereafter, though Sunfyre landed more bird like, his talons touching the beach lightly before the fell into a squat upon his haunches. Aegon turned to his sister with a beaming smile, his hair windswept and dripping wet.
"That was fun," he said, though he was cut off by a long yawn. The two had spent much of the flight racing and chasing one another through clouds. Their dragons greatly enjoyed the adventure to new territory yet unconquered by them, mimicking the sounds of the birds that squawked and chirped around them.
Anaelys breathed a laugh through an open-mouthed grin. Her hands were quick to unclasp her from the saddle, untying knots and hooks connecting her and Visaelor. "That it was, brother," her pale eyes turned on him, light and childlike. In that moment, she felt a little girl again, dirtying her skirts playing with her little brother. Only this time, they were all but grown, and hidden from the sight of their scolding mother.
