Dream a little dream [Tag: Elessar]

[Wish]

Are you awake yet Eiko?

It was perhaps one of the first times that the Obsidian had ever called her by her name, but the Obsidianrider barely registered that. She was up alright, curled with D'sel's form behind her, her eyes trained on the wall. Thoughts had swirled around her mind in a vortex, sinking down further and further. We can't continue the way we were....we can't. The rider sighed and closed her eyes, swallowing against the bile that rose in her throat. If we don't change things soon.....if we don't.......then they may try to kill us like they tried with Noita.

Eiko shivered slightly, pulling the covers around her more, fear haunting her eyes as she opened them again and stared at the ceiling this time instead. Nimarath......what should we do? Do you think what we've been discussing may work? The dragoness rumbled, her body perched on the ledge outside the cavern, her eyes glancing to the sleeping form of her champion before she looked back toward the night sky. Perhaps, and if it does not we shall take my eggs elsewhere....the rebellion can either choose to accept the change we offer, or they can go without another clutcher to help breed more fighters for their cause and to defend against Thread. Whether they like it or not, they do need us.

The dragoness hissed low, biting it off as she spread her wings and stretched. Looking over her shoulder again she gave a soft croon to the garnet form of Emiath, reaching over to nuzzle a mark where her talons had scarred his flesh. Such a strong warrior....though he won't hear the last of it for being late. Eiko could only smile as she nuzzled into the pillow more.

[Elessar]

She wakes.[/color]

D'sel had been awake for some time, enjoying the feel of his body curled with Eiko's. His body had felt the pain of his dragon, but also the fierce pleasure from the garnet during Nimarath's maiden flight. Just as Emiath and D'sel had promised... they had won the flight. Needless to say, had someone else won, the garnet and his rider would have undoubtedly murdered the winner in their bed.

The thought brought pleasure to both of them, but there was more pleasure in winning the flight than killing someone else for winning. This way, D'sel remained the only man that Eiko had ever lain with... and he liked it that way. When he claimed something, it was his, and he didn't like to share. Not to say that he owned the girl, for he most certainly didn't. Eiko was her own person, and she had grown into that person with a vengeance. He knew what she was planning, and he was proud of her.

D'sel shifted as Eiko shivered. He had thought she would be warm enough... but then he looked at her eyes. She wasn't cold. She was scared. He left her alone for a few more minutes, until Nimarath crooned. Pulling the girl close to him, D'sel kissed her forhead lightly. "No need to be afraid, Eiko. I'm here with you."

Emiath stretched as Nimarath crooned to him, nuzzling where her talons had sunk into his blood-red flesh. He raised his head, only to move it to rest against Nimarath, his Queen. He was the fiercest and the strongest, and he had proven that by catching her. She would no doubt berate him for coming so late... but the strategy of his plan had won him the flight, so why worry about it?

[Wish]

"How could I ever be scared with you all to protect me?" Eiko whispered the words, as if they themselves were more fragile than anything else. She nuzzled against the garnetrider's shoulder, breathing in his scent and relaxing. It was home for her, more than anything had been in a long, long time. There were things to do, and the sooner the better, but for right now she just wanted to stop and relax here in the man's arms. Yawning, the Obsidianrider blinked a couple of times, tracing invisible patterns on D'sel's bicep. "What will we do if it doesn't work?"

She whispered the words like she had whispered everything since she had first woken up, her mind wandering half-way before settling in again. "I can't just not care anymore...can I?" Sighing, Eiko's eyes moved up to look at the other rider's, searching for the answer even though she already knew it. There was no more hiding or running away, there was no more room to just act like she could let others take care of it all for her. Everyone needed to pitch in to save their home now, and the fact of that didn't scare the girl...it comforted her. At last she'd be finally doing something with her time. "They'll want to talk about rebuilding some of the camp, and probably raiding or reworking alliances to get tithes.....and then there's the matter of candidates for Nimarath's clutch."

We could always steal those... Nimarath's musing croon shocked Eiko, and yet...well, they would get around to it once they talked with the villages and holds around them.