Mon May 20, 2019 7:52 pm
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One's True Self Showing
They were listening to the many discussions about the Weyr. It was still flooded in parts, and didn't seem like it was going to dry out any time soon. Things didn't look the best for them, and Onnora didn't know if they ever would again. She feared that this tragedy would sink Olarith further into the state that he was in. She feared that she was never going to see that dragon that she first felt, before the pain set in. She still regretted that, every day. She knew that it was her own stubborn fault, and that is what caused the dragon to feel the way he does now. But even still, she didn't see him as she moved from her temporary home. She, instead, saw him standing over the cliffs. He had started to do that more and more as of late.
She wondered what it meant for him. As she walked to him, she noticed that he seemed to be standing there quite proudly. He said nothing, and neither did she. She wanted to see how he was acting. She wanted to know if this was the true personality that he was born with, and not some fake one that he was trying to put on her for own sake. She knew that he was loyal, but he was also overly protective and clingy at times. She wanted him to be free of that burden. Sure, she was going to be in pain for a while, but that didn't mean that he had to be. She needed to bear her own wounds and learn from them. He didn't need to burden himself with them.
How does it feel? He didn't look at her, instead he opened his wings to flare them a bit before he launched from the cliff. He was soaring and flying, something that he had always seemed so unsure of doing. He would fly, but he would be timid. Right now, he didn't look or feel timid. She was able to connect with his mind easier, as if he wasn't trying to fight her. She watched where he was going, and she remembered the lesson that they had gotten from Hecate and Cabadath. She watched the skies in front of him and relayed the images that she saw of obstacles, only to see him move with them.
I feel free. I feel like myself. I feel like I can be the most handsome dragon that Pern has seen, and I have a beautiful rider. Onnora smiled at the thought before something seemed to remind her of the day of the hatching. It was the same personality that she had felt then, but the moment the memory of the hatching reached her mind, it reached Olarith's causing him to falter and retreat back to the protective ways that he has been ever since. She sighed, knowing that this was her fault, yet again. I am sorry Olarith. She couldn't say anything else, for tears were already brimming over as the blue landed next to her, no longer feeling prideful.
We will help you get better Olarith, I promise. Neither of them said anything, as they both seemed to relive the things that just happened. She knew that it would happen again, and happen permanently, but it was just going to take some time. They were going to work at it, they both seemed to vow that promise.