Dragon Mind

13

Dimitri and I had said nothing to each other about the dream as we dressed for dinner. He left for the dinner hall first. We thought it best to leave the room as quick as possible to keep a repeat of last nights pre-dinner events from happening. I had caught a glance at Dimitri's blue-grey clothes as he left. They were flowy and lose, yet somehow they seemed to fit him like a glove. I had choosen my own dark blue dress. It was not a Eaural dress by any standrads, but soon I would be leaving this place I had come to know as home. Soon I would be in a house with only Dimitri and our familiers. Oddly enough the idea brought both fear and excitment to me. Mother would have a fit at the table when she saw my drees.

With its open back and only half way down my calf at the longest points in the skirt, Mother was sure to throw a fit at my Nehur dress. The fact that I had even manged to make one before she got hold of it to rip it into tiny bits and pieces was a point a vitory in my mind. The last three I had tried to make had ended up a small pile of ashes among the rest of the harth wood. The low neckline, no back, and side shoulder sleeves left little to the male imagiantion but had more than enough room to show off regrowing fins. The spiked quils on mmy back poped up every three to four inches only two inches in hight. Anyother time they would have been clipped by now but with the move coming up and the prostpect of becoming an Oba in truth I dared not clip them. The frail baby soft skin was just starting to drap between the quils and was light dull grey. It looked sicky and I could only hope with time would return to the never ending shift of color it had once been.

I stared a nice long time in the morror. Nothing adorned my hair. I looked alot like I had back when I was younger. My cheeks were a bit less plup, my eyes more almond shaped, and my nose a little to wide for my face. Over all I was averge maybe even below averge. What could a man like Dimitri see in a female like me?

I made sure my dress was covering and showing the correct places before setting out on a light run to the dining hall. My bare feet sounding echos through the halls as I went. The day Mama died was the last time I had worn such a dress and even as it sadened me to think about that day I was also happy to wear one again. If I was indeed going to let my fins grow back I would need many more Nehur dresses since it was one of the few dress styles out there that would allow my fins to move as needed.

I made my way from my bed room. My feet padded quietly on the floor as I moved to the dinning hall. It would be filled with people again today. People and familiars. If the rumors were ture three more people had found their familiars since last night. I started out slow fear driving to to a creeping pace. Yet I was free, free and in a dress of my people. As I went a smile spread over my face and I was running toward the hall. My bare feet slapped the stone floor but I did not mind. No, I welcomed each and every slap. The sharp sting a reminder of what once had been. A reminder of what would be again. 

I stopped at the door and prepared myself for the coming yelling match. The dire wolves took up positions around me. One at my back and two at each side. I pushed the two doors back, making my way inside. The typical table we eat at has over twenty open chairs, which separate mom and Danielle at one end, and Dad, Elvin, and I at the other. Tonight all the spots were filled up some chairs had even been added to squeeze the extra remaining dragon riders. All of them wanting a peek at the mate of one of their own, a rather rare occasion from what I could get for Dimitri.

There was only one chair open between my father and Dimitri. It was directly across from Elvin. So naturally that was where I decided to sit. Dimitri rose as I walked into the room. Followed quickly by the other dragon riders. Dimitri pulled out my chair as I drew close. I sent him a small smile. And then it came. From the other side of the table came a screeching yell.

"What in God's name do you think your wearing!" Mother has caught sight of the Nehur dress.

"A dress."

"No. Absolutely not! No daughter of mine will such a vile thing!" That single words echoed in my head, vile. She had called my dress vile. I had gone still. Somewhere in my mind I knew dad had moved along with Elvin. They had pushed back their chairs and moved away to the wall. Vile dress. Vile people. You are vile. She had a ways thought me that way. I knew that. I would never be human enough to her.