The White Dragon comes

The Peace offering.

(Kothar) Himself released within him. A barrier-breaking down a new step of opening. A new beginning of advancement. He'd never argue with a person so much such as the woman standing in front of him. He would often find himself being scolded often. He paused her in the first part of her 'lecture' " Don't scold me! And don't you dare belittle me, woman!..." After this, he was finished with his yelling. " I will tell you this I will not submit to you. And yet I feel like you already know this. Me being stubborn is just to mess with you. And every time you have a smartass comeback. The peanut gallery is not needed Lyla. You and everyone else here despises me for being a dragon! " His voice and tone were all but serious the childishness of their actions being put aside. " You and I live completely different lives. You think I can adapt to such thing so easily? I am a guest, though I constantly scorn like a child. If you think I had a wife, do you think I would have stayed here so long? Don't you think I would have left this place in ruins without warning as soon as I got here? Simply because I would want to see my wife again? NO! I have stayed to see things through. To wake up to you in the bed was a shock to me. You have lived thousands of years, I have lived eons, soul to soul. I have taken care of my species as much as I can though they are all stubborn." He sighed and kept quiet after listening to her speak of his father leaving her estate in ruins, her children passing and her living with the pain. He had noticed she took the consideration of her Island rather than herself. This was commendable. So much pain and suffering. Though with her words he wasn't filled with sorrow, he could empathize without showing feelings of sadness. "Lyla..." A second voice spoke along with his like there were two beings inside of him. His right hand lifted with gentleness, it moved towards her cheek and held it in the palm of his hand. His left hand did the same, allowing both thumbs to brush against her cheeks wiping her tears away. " You are still mourning and you haven't even noticed." The Unisons of his voice continued. The voice as one sounded sincere, though in a deep tone he smiled. " This is no longer your burden to carry. It is ok. The way you care for your Empire is commendable, but you also have to understand that you still need to take care of yourself too. I know a lot more than you think." He then laughs softly lifting his right hand at an angle to scratch the back of his head lightly in embarrassment. " Even I have things to work on too. This so-called stubbornness." He said his last sentence with a bit of sarcasm and a chuckle then his firm face returned to it's sincere and serious expression. " Why am I still here? I don't know. Maybe this place doesn't want me to go." Then her glared towards the window. " Though it seems you want me to." He chuckled. " But I will give you the option now. " He looked down towards her, his gaze locking with hers. " If you want me to leave tell me, and I will do so now without any harm to the island. And if not, I am here to stay till the day of my death, and even so, I will live on. In here." With these words, he was nothing but serious. Yes, he was a stubborn dragon, but he was still a man of his word and he certainly doesn't make promises he can't keep. And both choices were promises. Now the choice is left up to her, what will she choose? He was curious. Maybe these touching moments will bring out a more... relaxed Lyla. And maybe, if so, arguments wouldn't turn out so often. Maybe they would actually be able to joke around. Maybe it could turn the tide of how everyone on the island felt about dragons or just Kothar in general

( Lyla ) " I am not, trying to belittle you!" She would sigh and look down at her boots as her hands fiddled with one another. Lyla paused for a moment before looking up at him. I can not bring myself to dominate over anyone, I am too submissive for that." She couldn't believe that she even told him that truth. She scoffed and looked away " Why do you even want to mess with me? To make my life a tad more difficult?" Her tone was rough. Now it was her who was becoming scolded. " You are a guest that is casting judgment whether or not my empire falls. Don't act like I am or anyone is obligated to like you. Yet again you are wrong. We are the same age...Don't act like you have experienced over me." At this point Lyla and all that she was breaking down. As Lyla spoke her black eyes deepened, as the light was devoured when entered. After telling him the reason why he was being cast off. She felt his words pierced the wall of ice. Lyla closed her eyes and turned her head away not wanting to hear an apology. The touch of a warm hand caused her to jump and flinch. She slowly looked up at up feeling him whip her tears away. A crackled and broken voice left her lips " Why are you doing this. You have no reason to be nice to me, as i have no reason either." Those words were a lie, on her part. Lyla took a deep breath in and held it in her chest until the pain was unbearable. She looked up at him for a moment thinking. " I've noticed, I can't bear to eat more than what my body needs. I haven't slept in years without the aid of alcohol. Even then the nightmares leave me restless. This morning was the only time I actually felt rested.." She paused and looked up at him " How is it not my burden to carry. Eventually, i will forget and move on, like I've always done." She pulled away and ran her hands down her face in a calming motion. With his words, she laughed a bit " it's your species you can't help it... I think you do know why you are still here but don't want to admit it. Your original plans were to come to my estate to give a warning and leave. But something at that moment changed your plans and you wanted to see where the river took you." She met his gaze, turning back and crossing her arms. The air in her lungs became stuck as she choked a bit by his words. " Wh.....why would you want to stay here. Your mission is to be a scout. Is it not? Or am I right about your plans changing.... If I wanted you gone you wouldn't be standing here. I am not a woman to pass judgment on to someone by the actions of others. But I couldn't help but to be bothered. .... And will you put on a damn shirt! -she looked away as her eyes kept drawing to his chest. -