Night whimpered a bit more when Gideon lifted her from her seat. She hadn't really thought about how strong he was, but being a Dragon, Night should have expected him to be strong. In his arms, Nightingale raised her eyes and blinked at Gideon, small tears in the corners of her eyes. "You don't even know who he is anyway. You haven't said it at least." She said, shifting in his arms and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "The Panic usually sets in when he randomly shows up and kills someone." She said, laying her head on his shoulder.
"You know..." She whispered as Gideon walked with her in his arms. "I like being carried..." She muttered, blinking up at him with absolutely adorable eyes. Though her face was still stained with tears, under the rising moonlight she looked ever and ever more charming.
Gideon sighed and relaxed a bit of the tension that had been winding up the farther he walked. The town became more and more old, more decrepit, with more buildings falling apart. He finally stopped and set Night down when they came to a small hill on an abandoned farm.
"Sorry, I kinda kidnapped you." He flopped on the hill, spread out like a starfish. Gideon sighed and rubbed his eyes, likeness to rubbing sleep from them. "I couldn't draw it, Night, but his aura is pitch black. There's only one person he could be, according to our myths." His eyes looked like lanterns in the darkening sky, and his face was covered in frustration. Gideon seemed to glare at the stars, and beg them to challenge him. He gave of an air of tense, confusion. "It's a bit terrifying."
"He's only sometimes that bad." Nightingale said, a bit innocently. She rolled over in the grass and perched her chin on his chest. One of her thin hands came to rest over his heart. "Father has always been stern... Only angry and harsh when he's disobeyed." She said, sighing sadly and resting her head flat on his shoulder. "Please don't hate me... I told you I wanted to change and I mean it." She said, blinking and whimpering slightly. "Can we forget about him? It makes me so sad to think about home right now... I don't want that home anymore. They're all dead to me and I was dead to them. I just Hope that Father isn't already on his way..."
Nightingale's slim fingers began drawing gentle circles over his chest, as if a canvas for her to trace infinite amounts of infinity signs. "Can we talk about each other instead? How about you? How about what I asked earlier- with the whole mental intrusion thing." She blinked up at him. "Can you get in?"
"I might be able to communicate with you, but trying to break in much farther would probably not work."
Gideon looked at her, resting her head on his chest, and smiled. He liked being close to Nightingale.'contacting you is the easy part' he said with his mind. 'If I wanted to know something you weren't willing to show me, well thats the hard part.' He sat up, and stared at Night for a while. "Can you see Auras, Night?" Gideon asked. His eyebrows cocked in that adorable inquisitive gaze. "Dragons don't have to make them visible to the naked eye, but for others to see them.... I don't know, some are trained..."
Nightingale slid off of him slowly and laid herself flat on the ground, a bit of a huff coming from her as she moved. "I can see the alignment on your soul. I guess its the same thing." She said, curling up and sighing. "I want to show you mine... But you're already... I don't know. I feel like I've frightened you enough today. I don't want to hurt our friendship anymore..." She said, sighing and turning away from him. "I have wings... Too." She smiled lightly. "Ask me questions and make me show you things!"
"I'd like to see your aura, as long as it isn't black." He said, smiling at her brightly. "And your wings. Do you have another form? I'm not so sure alignment is the same, aura's are unique for each person..." This is why Gideon made a good scholar, he was so very curious.
"I see the soul's alignment as a certain color or swirl of colors." Night said, sitting up and stretching her arms. "Like You. Your's is a Golden-yellow to me, with a little red around the edges. My soul is often shades of purple, mostly like my eyes. My father's soul is black, and my mother's is a very light baby blue. Somehow I came out purple." Night giggled quietly and stood.
