Ryan
She rubbed her eye with the back of her hand, yawning. “Who are you?” She mumbled and tugged on her shirt, pulling it down and away from her body. Brushing her red hair from her face, she finally looked at me.
“Can I come in?” I know it's stupid, but what am I supposed to say? “I'm your trainer to help you ride your dragon?” That's even worse. Being 17 and out of school, I never really got to be around others my age. I had no idea how to communicate with other kids.
“Uh, yeah. Sure,” I should have been surprised with her easy inviation, but like I said, no social interaction. She once again brushed her hair from her face and stepped aside, inviting me in. I smiled and stepped through the door. I looked in her house, but it was dark. I couldn't see anything.
“Do I really have to ask again? Who are you?” She reached blindly for the wall and flipped a switch. The lamp in the corner of her living room burst to life, blinding me momentarily.
“My name.. is uh, Ryan.” I blinked, adjusting my eyes to the lights. I turned back to the girl I'd be training. I watch her eyes swirl, a trait specific to a rider. It's a trick amoungst us that showed emotions in the swirl. But she was still confused. Which meant, as far as I could tell, she hasn't rode yet.
“Well, Ryan, what are you doing at my house?” She plopped down on her couch, resting her feet on the short table in front of her.
“My turn to ask a question. What's your name?” I asked her haughtily. I seen that in a movie once and it would work in there. I could only hope it would work now in my favor. She seemed short tempered and I wasn't in any mood to piss her off.
“I asked first. But since it's 'my turn' to 'talk', my name is Kaylie.” Kaylie used air quotes around my turn and talk. I didn't understand the tone of voice she used and she wasn't looking directly at me, her line of sight not really focused on me so I couldn't see what she was feeling. I smiled slightly though; Kaylie was a nice name, and it suited her.
“Can I sit?” I gestured to a chair across from her and watched her face, which her red-orange hair was tumbling into.
“Yeah, whatever. Answer my question.” Kaylie sat up a little, her mouth set in a little scowl. I could tell she was watching my eyes swirl, the way her gaze finally settled on mine, as hers started to swirl with excitement. I fell into the chair I had just gestured to.
“You like my eyes?” I hadn't meant to say it but I did. Figuring I should just pretend I meant it, I smiled a taunting smile, praying she'd keep her beautiful blue eyes on me.
“Your..? Oh.. well, I mean. They're great and I just...” Kaylie sighed, a conflicted look on her face that I understood, and sank back in the couch. “Ok, this might sound crazy, but your eyes.. they, like, swirl.”
“I know they do. So do yours.” I watched the look in her eyes, slowly swirling with embarrassment. “You don't have to be embarrassed," I told her with a small smile. "You didn't know. It's just fine.”
“I am not embarrassed!” Kaylie's voice rose an octave as she shot up from the couch. She almost seemed to miss the fact I told her that her eyes swirl too, because as I watched, her eyes swirled faster, now with anger. I threw profanities around in my head at myself, I should've just stayed quiet.
“Woah!” I jumped up from my seat, my hands in front of me offering peace as best as I could. “Calm down! I-I..” I quickly thought of a lie, my tongue spitting it out, "I thought the look on your face was embarrassment." I forced my eyes to swirl with fear, hoping that maybe if she could read my eyes in the slightest, that she'd calm down.
“Oh my..” She sank back into the couch. “I shouldn't have yelled like that, I just.. don't know you and you caught on pretty fast.” Kaylie glanced back up at me, curiosity swirling through her eyes. "The look on your face is, like, terrified. I'm not that scary am I?" She grinned tightly, trying to lighten the mood.
I grinned back at her, glad she was calming down. "Not really, I didn't want to upset you though." I watched her eyes, looking for an emotion that betrayed the calm look on her face but all I found was acceptance. “Your really good with weird.” I sat back down in the chair behind me with what I'm sure was a bewildered look on my face.
“I was always kind of nice to strangers, scared the crap out of my par-” She aburptly stopped speaking, her mouth hanging open. I leaned forward in my seat as I watched her face contort in pain. She reached in her pocket quickly, her hand shaking. Once she touched what was in her pocket, she screamed, withdrawing her hand and threw what it was across the room.
“What is it?!” I jumped from the chair I was in and crossed the room right to Kaylie's side. I stared down at her hand when she lifted it. It was burned badly, blisters spread around it, where the object had touched her skin.
“That rock. I picked it up outside earlier," Her voice was panicked, her eyebrows drawn together as her eyes switched from looking at me to looking in the general direction where she threw the 'rock', "and, and when I went to get it, it burned me.” Kaylie stood slowly, her face slowly dropping all emotion and began walking in the direction of the 'rock' she threw. She let her eyes wander to and from her hand. When she bent and came back up with her 'rock', I knew what she was holding.
Her dragon egg.
