Sgaeyl's Pov
Sometimes, I wondered why Tairn had to bond with the Sorreingail girl. He could've whisked Andarna away and left the frail human on the ground; instead, he brought her to the sky, and it ended up in my Rider's poor nights that gave me headaches.
-Stop thinking this loud and let me sleep.-
-Start minding your own business.-
-I would, if you let me.-
I could feel Shadow-wielder huffing and puffing and rolling back and forth; the thin sheet was insufferable on his sensitive skin, and it got sharply kicked away.
With a sigh, I abandoned the hope for a deep sleep, -What is it, now?-
His silence was guilty enough.
-Since when do we care about fragile female humans?-
-I don't/_
-Let's not embarrass each other by letting you finish that sentence.-
Careful not to accidentally stir either Tairn or Andarna up, I raised my head from my claws and Tairn's wing instinctively tightened on my back. A glimmer of silver caught my eyes; the body of my younger ward was still heavy with Sleep, and moonlight shone on his scales and on his sword-tail, as slender as his body.
I wondered when he'd wake up, and which colours his scales would be. I hoped they'd be blue, but Tairn often proudly thundered he'd seen his talons black.
Shadow-wielder's voice had me swerving my head so sharply Tairn's wing twitched.
-I'll craft Sorreingail a saddle.-
-Oh my. Are we going to die?-
I almost barked a laugh at his exasperated sigh, -You're already making me regret my decision.-
-As you should. Since when do we care about human women?-
He didn't answer me.
When I was convinced by my oddly anxious Rider I should break his plan to Tairn, he was surprisingly supportive.
-Some leathers and a pommel don't define a Rider.-
I stretched out my neck and brushed my snout along the sharp line of his jaw; he purred pleased, and tilted his head towards me.
Andarna pranced around, with her golden scales as shining as a beacon, -Can I have one too?-
-After your Sleep, perhaps.-
-Boring!-
Thankfully, a butterfly wandering by was enough to distract her.
Then, Shadow-wielder walked to us, as his shadows dragged a saddle made by dark leathers that looped in one another, and with sturdy stirrups hanging on both sides.
Tairn sniffed at it, while I eyed it from afar, -It's all yours.-
My mate huffed at me, then took a couple of steps back and pushed his wings back, -Let's get on with this.-
After my nod, Shadow-wielder got next to Tairn and squinted up to him, "Man, you really had to mate with a dragon as big as a fucking mountain."
-Do you wish to be set on fire?-
-Perhaps if you'd help me I wouldn't.-
I looked at the assembly of rough-looking leathers and shuddered, -Absolutely not.-
My Rider rolled his eyes, then called to him his shadows, which gripped the saddle and put it on Tairn's back.
-Not so harshly!-
-Stay still for a second, I have to secure it!-
The shadows slid on Tairn's chest and started fumbling with the loops, but suddenly my mate let out a roar and snapped his fangs breaths away from Shadow-wielder's face.
-You've just pinched my chest-scales!-
-You don't stay still!-
-Do it again and I'll scorch you to the ground where you stand!-
-We both know you'll never do it!-
-Want to make sure?-
The two of them glared to one another until I stepped in between them and pushed Xaden away with my tail, -None will burn anyone today. Are we clear?-
-Your human's annoying.-
-Yours can't keep her seat.-
Tairn chuffed, -Today it's your turn to hunt with Andarna.-
-I don't need a chaperone!- Snorted Andarna, from the other side of the field.
Slowly, the shadows raised again and carefully finished assembling the saddle. The laces interwoven themselves around his forelegs, and were molded together across his muscular chest.
One day I'd take him wearing just that.
Tairn rumbled at me, his eyes mischievous, -Save it for later, my Blue One.-
Xaden grimaced, then feigned to puke and ducked away when I swung my tail at him, -As if you don't dream about his Rider!-
His face went slack, -You can see my dreams?!-
I burst out laughing so suddenly rivulets of smoke were spewed from my mouth.
-That's not funny! Sgaeyl!-
Then, a clear voice, deeper than last time I'd heard it, meekly asked, -You sure the saddle's fireproof?-
Tairn and I swung our heads to our left, where a young dragon was currently standing; his scales were still of yellow gold, but shifted to a deep black halfway through his legs. His shoulders were narrow, and his body slender, cut for speed.
-Little One,- breathed Tairn, as Chex bumped his snout on mine and Andarna let out an excited holler.
Then, I swivelled my head and fired up Tairn's chest. The saddle went up in flames, and Shadow-wielder groaned, "Oh, for fuck's sake!"
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