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 Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2018 9:59 am
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With the flight over, and Aresoth having caught Cynosuth, the bronze had carried the starry green back to his ledge. He was content and happy in this moment, with no thoughts or worries about his ambition as he wrapped a wing around her, pulling her delicate frame closer to him. He had never felt this contentment quite before, it was different then how he had felt upon Impressing C'ryn a turn ago. Perhaps it had been knowing his feelings for dear Cynosuth were returned, realizing how long she had loved and cared for him, even though he felt guilty for not having realized it until last night. Whatever the case, Aresoth had wrapped her protectively under his wing, and wrapped himself somewhat around her, a happy rumble escaping him as he drifted off.
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Now, it was morning, and although the happiness and feeling of contentment was still there, Aresoth couldn't help but begin to focus and worry about what was going to happen now.
There was no question in his own hearts and he truly and deeply loved Cynosuth, and yet the thought of being weyrmated scared him. He would rise to chase a Gold, there was no doubt about that, when the time came. It was his duty as a bronze. If he was weyrmated to Cynosuth, would that not cause her undue pain? To see him chase a golden hide through the sky as he had chased her last night? If he caught the gold, would Cynosuth fear love blooming between the two? Would she fall into sadness that she could never have a clutch of her own with him?
All these thoughts ran through the bronze's mind as he awake, his eyes whirling a happy blue, with small flecks of yellow in them. He was afraid of what might happen, afraid of getting hurt, but most importantly, he was afraid of hurting Cynosuth and losing her, forever....
There was only one way to solve this and get past the worries and fears. He had to just tell her everything that he was feeling, what he was worried about. There was no reason to beat around the bush, though Aresoth knew he had to be a bit more...tactful with his words.
With resolve filling his hearts, Aresoth turned his head to look at Cynosuth, not quite yet ready to wake her up. She looked so lovely and peaceful sleeping there, curled against him. It made the young bronze wish this moment could last forever...
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2018 12:45 pm
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Cynosuth was dreaming. To travel the world... to see all of Pern. To be free to fly wherever she willed. Someone had put that thought in her head, and she couldn't remember who it was. No name came to mind. Perhaps she'd never had a name. There was something important that she needed to remember, but she couldn't quite recall. Something about where she was, what she had been doing.
The dream changed, and she found herself being pulled in two directions. Three. Four. Five. Every way she turned, there was another face, another voice calling out her name. It was as though she had entered a hall of mirrors, but none of the faces reflected were her own.
She felt heavy, weighed down. As though she could not fly. But why? As she slowly awoke, the realization that that weight was a literal one, the weight of Aresoth's wing, filtered into her consciousness. Aresoth. It had been Aresoth, after all. Confusion and uncertainty warred with a love that had nearly faded to an ember. Without fuel to light it, it had waned somewhat from the great flame of old. Yet it remained.
He remained. She felt him breathe, and she wondered. Was this everything she had dreamed of? The Bronze she had always wanted now lay beside her on his ledge, and it should have been everything. But she knew, within her hearts, what had happened. She knew what she had lost. Who she had lost, although they had not spelled out their truths to one another. Menankith could not be hers as she had so wanted.
And there was something else. She had missed someone. Someone had not shown up, and that had been important. If only she could remember all of it. Good morning, Cynosuth said softly, finding that Aresoth's side was comfortable to rest again. It was true, what she had said to him. She had loved him for a Turn. For all of their lives. Was love enough? The tiny Green stayed well beneath her brother's wings and pondered it all.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2018 12:02 pm
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Laying there and watching Cynosuth sleeping beside him, Aresoth took notice of the green beginning to stir. There seemed to be something off, but the bronze easily put that under his own worries. He must be projecting his worries onto her, thinking she was suffering from them just as he was.
The gentle touch of her mind had him let out a happy rumble as he leaned down and nuzzled his head against her cheek, feeling her cuddling closer to his side. His wing pulled her closer to him, wanting to keep her close to him, enjoying the feeling there as well.
Good morning Cynosuth. His thoughts were colored with happiness and contentedness. Though he was worried about what was to come, knew about the conversation that had to be done, he didn't not want to rush into that, not at this moment. What was important right now was making sure she was still feeling alright and that she was happy with her choice.
How did you rest? The love he felt for the green flowed through him easily, he was not afraid to allow her to feel that, ready for her to be submerged in that love when he was with her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2018 8:41 pm
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I slept better then I have in some seven days. He kept himself near her, enjoying the feeling of her body against his own, the closeness of their body and their minds, especially at what they had shared last night. You were radiant last night, sweet Cynosuth. There was a pause as he looked away from her some, his eyes gazing down at the weyrbowl. I am only sorry that I did not realize my feelings for you sooner. Lifting his head to look at her once more, Aresoth's eyes whirled a mixture of green, blue with some yellow and grey mixed in. I do not ask you to forgive me, for any pain that you were caused because of it.
He was hopeful that things would end up alright. That, perhaps, they could find a way to be happy in someway and yet, Aresoth found himself doubting it a little. Cynosuth deserved only someone to love her and while he loved no one but her, he was not ready to settle down. There was only one dragon, no matter the color, that had his heart, no matter who he might end up rising to chase.
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