02-24-2017, 12:33 AM
Ezrihel. Ezrihel would keep her safe. His heartbeat was slow and steady as she clung tightly to him, gently calming her own on some biological level. His arms tightened around her and as he explained that the dragon meant her no harm. Still, she stayed within the warm confines of his torso, gently leaning against him as she calmed. It was safe. He was safe. Noctem was safe. Everything would be alright. She heard him sigh, and reluctantly pulled away slightlywhen her heartbeat was even and steady. She didn't want to be left behind for being a burden, or for angering him with her incompetence. Especially not when he was her only hope.
"Ch-chose a name... For myself? I don't... Know where to start with a name. I... Could... You do it?"
The girl looked up at Ezrihel with wide eyes full of innocence, already heavily relying on him despite having only just met him. She liked being swept up and carried like this. Having warm, strong arms around her as she was pressed against his chest. It felt safe. Like the circle of his arms created an impenetrable barrier around them. She nodded enthusiatically in response to his comment about needing protection, the vigourous head-shaking changing direction to a no when asked about her past.
"it's... All gone. Most of it. I remember that seven times eight is fifty-six, and how to synthesise the smell of winter-green mint, but... I can't remember a family or a home..."
The girl was settled into the black leather saddle, and her eyes immediately returned to their moist, fearful expression. She trusted Ezrihel, but that didn't mean she wanted to be away from them, even how he wasn't more than a foot away from her. She wanted to be close, held tight and hidden from the world agian, but she'd settle for the blanket, eagerly snuggling in as he secured her to the saddle, like seatbelts on a car.
Ezrihel took his seat infront of her, which signalled to the dragon that it was time for take off. The rapid ascent from lying down to standing made her shriek, clinging agian to his robes and pulling the blanket over her head. She was more than content to remain here for the remainder of the trip, hiding from the reality of flying, even when he suggested to hold onto something more stable. She was scared, but she could avoid distracting Ezrihel incase he might crash the dragon in distracrion.
"I like the ground better. The ground the ground the ground."
She only started mumbling when they had leveled out, gliding through the air with ease despite the person hidden beneath the blanket.
"Ch-chose a name... For myself? I don't... Know where to start with a name. I... Could... You do it?"
The girl looked up at Ezrihel with wide eyes full of innocence, already heavily relying on him despite having only just met him. She liked being swept up and carried like this. Having warm, strong arms around her as she was pressed against his chest. It felt safe. Like the circle of his arms created an impenetrable barrier around them. She nodded enthusiatically in response to his comment about needing protection, the vigourous head-shaking changing direction to a no when asked about her past.
"it's... All gone. Most of it. I remember that seven times eight is fifty-six, and how to synthesise the smell of winter-green mint, but... I can't remember a family or a home..."
The girl was settled into the black leather saddle, and her eyes immediately returned to their moist, fearful expression. She trusted Ezrihel, but that didn't mean she wanted to be away from them, even how he wasn't more than a foot away from her. She wanted to be close, held tight and hidden from the world agian, but she'd settle for the blanket, eagerly snuggling in as he secured her to the saddle, like seatbelts on a car.
Ezrihel took his seat infront of her, which signalled to the dragon that it was time for take off. The rapid ascent from lying down to standing made her shriek, clinging agian to his robes and pulling the blanket over her head. She was more than content to remain here for the remainder of the trip, hiding from the reality of flying, even when he suggested to hold onto something more stable. She was scared, but she could avoid distracting Ezrihel incase he might crash the dragon in distracrion.
"I like the ground better. The ground the ground the ground."
She only started mumbling when they had leveled out, gliding through the air with ease despite the person hidden beneath the blanket.
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