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here had been entire tomes scribed about the bond between equine and dragon, every ounce of feeling poured upon ink and parchment, pages after pages, book upon lovingly filled book. The thoughts of both tirelessly, lovingly and ardently recorded to the ages to come, to let the hopeful and the worthy know, just what might lay in store. Yet, for all the tomes and ancient scrolls which perservered through time's fickle touch, none could of ever prepared him for the true feeling of having another so effortlessly connect with the very essence of who you were.How frustrated must those writers have been? to only have been able to describe a fraction of it.
Their bond is just blooming, a tentative first bud in the chapter of spring, but he can feel everything. So crystal clear, each drop ripples without obstruction through him in a harmonious hum. Today they had headed for the cliffs, Isorath a mere white star beneath Aether's great shadow, in order to simple be and enjoy one anothers company. Even if it meant Aether meticulously turning over every thought and emotion that the Kirin so much as entertained.
So that had been them, for a long stretch. Watching the horizon as the tide crashed against the cliffs and the birds sang in the air. Aether picked and Isorath would relent after a feeble attempt to push him out of his affairs. He knew better than to put up much of a fight, Dragon's were rather persistent creatures after all.
Seemingly satisfied, or more like having grown restless, the dragon had risen and dived from the jagged edge. Rising up upon the sea breeze, he chased the currents with effortless turns and dives. Isorath remained on his pillows and blankets he'd brought with him from the Citadel, lilac eyes enraptured at the sinuous dark form of the Dragon.
'No thoughts on what you've found?' the Kirin eventually inquired, his mental tone light in the wake of the answer which would rumble back. Even from his perch, he could feel the rumbled breath, and see the wisps of frost which spilled from his companion's maw. Arching back, the dragon coasted close to the edge, if only to lock his pale gaze with Isorath's for a moment.
'You think too much, you should not concern yourself with such trivialities, unless you want to get rid of them.' And then he was gone again, back out toward the sea followed by a soft snort of indignation from his equine counterpart.
'Easier said than done.'
@Israfel
