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The afternoon sun had felt wonderful against Khamaith's hide, against her back. The scars on her back, still a shade of tender green while the hide healed, benefited from the open air. She'd dug herself a nice wallow, curling loosely as her beloved rider sat on the stairs to her cabin not far away, and had been in the gentle grey area of asleep and awake -- not quite devoted to either.

Since she'd been downed, sleep hadn't quite had the allure it once had.

So much had been running on her mind since the hatching of Killakeeth's clutch, what she had seen. She'd tried to talk things over with Ezyzu, but it didn't translate the same. Her beloved, for as much as she understood and listened, couldn't entirely relate.

But a voice calling her pulled her from her mulling, making her pull up to peek around, and her troubled eyes whirled a touch brighter. Steriath, hello! Trying to shake the troubled thoughts away, Khamaith slowly stood as to not pull the lattice of healing scars. I would love to. Would it be alright if Mine joined as well?

Khamaith’s little pleased note caught Ezyzu’s attention. Her rider had been staring out into the ocean, lost in a sea of thoughts of her own, but couldn’t help the soft smile at her beloved, and a brighter one for the newly-arrived company. “Of course, Sophrania.” Taking the other rider’s hand, she gently eased herself up into standing, using her sand cane as leverage. “These young bones could use a stroll.”

The softest touches on her back had Khamaith chirping softly, turning to gently press her forehead against Steriath’s neck. It is a fight I’m glad to rise for, for any way I can help my Family. For she loved Western, with both of her hearts. Why should she not be proud to have risen and fought with them? Though, there’s still the mild tinges of embarrassment from being downed trying to catch Eirinth, the strained relationship she still hadn’t addressed with her mother.. Nor the innumerable scars that now laced her chest, sides, and back. She was not the most flashy of golds, but perhaps some tiny part of her had ached for the blow to her appearance.

Better scarred than dead, though.

I got to keep others safe, and that’s what matters to me. Her voice soft, for her thoughts had left her with less pep than she usually had -- not that there was much to begin with in the sleepy queen. I’m healing up well, so hopefully we’ll be back to fit soon. Her rider’s leg had been another story, though..

“Very true. Sun just felt warm on my legs.” A stroll and some good company did sound wonderful though. With her mother laid up, siblings busy, and X’ael having his hands full with a baby dragon, she’d found herself quite.. lonely. Glancing back at Khamaith, she beamed at her beloved before giving Sophrania’s hand a gentle squeeze in return before strolling onward.

The young queen’s eyes closed briefly, unable to help but lean into the waves of affection near greedily. She sought praise so eagerly, wanting to do what was best so that she might get a wave of affection, a praising word. Even the smallest points of contact felt so grounding for Khamaith, whose worries kept her from her precious sleep, worries kept tight under wraps and made her feel like she might fly away without the use of her wings. She was happy to fight against thread, to fly and protect those so important to her. Catching dragons on her back to safely bring home to be seen to. They played a dangerous game, the biggest game as her beloved referred it to. She and Hers did their part, while dragons above them ached and hurt and sometimes.. never returned. Would she change anything to be up there, fighting with other dragons? No, because she was where she needed to be. Cradling dragons on her back, making sure they were safe in the multitude of healer’s waiting hands. She had witnessed other queens enforcing that dragons stay calm to be seen to, to remain while their riders were worked on.

Drawing away as Steriath had, she follows after her and their riders. Her wounds had healed enough that her gait didn’t pull awkwardly, thankfully. Her worries? Oh, she had plenty of them. Where did she even begin..? Tucking her wings a bit closer to her sides, the young queen heaved a soft sigh. Killakeeth’s hatching has been heavy on my mind. It was the first I’d been able to see. The darling hatchlings stole my hearts, but.. She trails off for a moment, glancing up to watch a few firelizards spin and play on the wind above them all. Teth’s behavior has given me such food for thought. Someday that will be me, and my beloved cannot catch me. There’s a slow curl of violet in her otherwise yellow and grey eyes. Just the brief mention of her dearest Baihath was enough to perk her up. I do not place any blame on him for this, but. I cannot help wondering how I will pick a suitable sire once the time comes. I don’t like to bring anyone down, especially one who is my friend -- but Teth’s behavior.. left a lot to be desired for me.