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straightened his shoulders. He ignored the howl of his dragon as it circled inside him before lying down and burying its’ head in sorrow. Edna deserved the truth about him.
“My symbiot and dragon were smaller as well,” he said, turning to gaze at her. “I was considered unfit to be a warrior; unworthy to be a true mate to a female. My dragon cannot fly. His wings never developed the way they should and cannot support our weight. I am… defective as a warrior.”
Edna shook her head and reached up to touch his face. He turned his cheek into her palm and closed his eyes. It felt so good to be touched. He was terrified now that he had experienced what it was like to be with someone else, someone that made him feel whole, that it would be impossible for him to go back to the solitude that had filled his life before.
“I’ve already told you that I like you just the way you are,” she said, gazing up at him. “Not too tall, not too short, just right as Goldilocks would say. I’ve never seen a dragon, so I wouldn’t know what to think in the first place.”
“Would you… Would you like to see him? My dragon?” Christoff asked with an expression of uncertainty. “This way you will know what I am.”
Edna blinked several times in surprise. He could see her hesitation and a mixture of fear and uncertainty. He braced himself for her answer even as his dragon roared at him in rage. He winced when he felt the sharp claws raking at his insides.
“Can you change… in here?” She asked, waving her hand at the living room. “I mean, aren’t dragons supposed to be huge? Even small ones?”
Christoff frowned as he glanced around the living room. He would have to move the furniture, but his dragon would fit in the large, open room.
“I will move the furniture back, but I can fit,” he assured her.
Edna released a soft breath and chuckled as she shook her head in disbelief. With a wave of her hand, she grinned up at him. He could see that she was scared, but she didn’t say no.
No yet, his dragon growled in frustration. She no want me. She no like me when she see me.
We have to do this, Christoff ordered. She deserves to have a choice.
I no like you no more, his dragon snapped.
Christoff remained silent. He nodded to Edna and began moving the furniture while she picked up the dirty dishes and took them to the kitchen. He could hear the water running as she washed them. Glancing at his symbiot, he released a deep breath and call to his dragon. It took several tries before his dragon finally responded. His eyes closed as he felt the familiar change sweep over him.
He remained frozen, his eyes closed against the rejection he and his dragon were positive they would get. He would not blame Edna if she did. None of his own kind accepted him except his mother and father.
An image of the dragonlings flowed through his mind, as well as their parents. Surprise flooded him when he realized that they had accepted him. Another image, this time of the small black dragon with the beautiful feathers surfaced and the face of her father holding her. All of the other dragonlings and their two companions had also looked beneath her differences to the soul captured inside.
His eyes slowly opened and he stared at Edna. She stood gazing at him in awe. His eyes followed her trembling hand as she raised it to brush a strand of gray and silver hair back from her face. His dragon trembled as well when she took a step closer to him.
“Can I touch you?” She asked in a faint voice.
Christoff snorted and slowly nodded his head. He lowered it when she reached up to touch his snout. While he was smaller than the typical dragon, he was still taller than her. He started when his dragon blew a puff of warm air around her hand.
Edna’s soft giggle pulled at him. He rubbed his nose affectionately against her palm before swiping it with his tongue. Another burst of laughter echoed in the room. That was something he was learning about
“My symbiot and dragon were smaller as well,” he said, turning to gaze at her. “I was considered unfit to be a warrior; unworthy to be a true mate to a female. My dragon cannot fly. His wings never developed the way they should and cannot support our weight. I am… defective as a warrior.”
Edna shook her head and reached up to touch his face. He turned his cheek into her palm and closed his eyes. It felt so good to be touched. He was terrified now that he had experienced what it was like to be with someone else, someone that made him feel whole, that it would be impossible for him to go back to the solitude that had filled his life before.
“I’ve already told you that I like you just the way you are,” she said, gazing up at him. “Not too tall, not too short, just right as Goldilocks would say. I’ve never seen a dragon, so I wouldn’t know what to think in the first place.”
“Would you… Would you like to see him? My dragon?” Christoff asked with an expression of uncertainty. “This way you will know what I am.”
Edna blinked several times in surprise. He could see her hesitation and a mixture of fear and uncertainty. He braced himself for her answer even as his dragon roared at him in rage. He winced when he felt the sharp claws raking at his insides.
“Can you change… in here?” She asked, waving her hand at the living room. “I mean, aren’t dragons supposed to be huge? Even small ones?”
Christoff frowned as he glanced around the living room. He would have to move the furniture, but his dragon would fit in the large, open room.
“I will move the furniture back, but I can fit,” he assured her.
Edna released a soft breath and chuckled as she shook her head in disbelief. With a wave of her hand, she grinned up at him. He could see that she was scared, but she didn’t say no.
No yet, his dragon growled in frustration. She no want me. She no like me when she see me.
We have to do this, Christoff ordered. She deserves to have a choice.
I no like you no more, his dragon snapped.
Christoff remained silent. He nodded to Edna and began moving the furniture while she picked up the dirty dishes and took them to the kitchen. He could hear the water running as she washed them. Glancing at his symbiot, he released a deep breath and call to his dragon. It took several tries before his dragon finally responded. His eyes closed as he felt the familiar change sweep over him.
He remained frozen, his eyes closed against the rejection he and his dragon were positive they would get. He would not blame Edna if she did. None of his own kind accepted him except his mother and father.
An image of the dragonlings flowed through his mind, as well as their parents. Surprise flooded him when he realized that they had accepted him. Another image, this time of the small black dragon with the beautiful feathers surfaced and the face of her father holding her. All of the other dragonlings and their two companions had also looked beneath her differences to the soul captured inside.
His eyes slowly opened and he stared at Edna. She stood gazing at him in awe. His eyes followed her trembling hand as she raised it to brush a strand of gray and silver hair back from her face. His dragon trembled as well when she took a step closer to him.
“Can I touch you?” She asked in a faint voice.
Christoff snorted and slowly nodded his head. He lowered it when she reached up to touch his snout. While he was smaller than the typical dragon, he was still taller than her. He started when his dragon blew a puff of warm air around her hand.
Edna’s soft giggle pulled at him. He rubbed his nose affectionately against her palm before swiping it with his tongue. Another burst of laughter echoed in the room. That was something he was learning about
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