[OOC] Vignette.
Anger. Frustration. Go, go, NOW.
Sehkrath wakes with a start, curled against a rock by the lake, the same place he'd been sitting during His dinner. There is nothing of himself just then in his brain, in that moment of urgency; it isn't his own stirring that has his muscles moving, working to get his legs beneath him.
Fast, he's using a combination of hopping and premature flaps of his wings to get to where he needs to be, to where He needs him. Miraculously he doesn't harm himself.
There, there He is, just like he knew He would be. He nearly skids to a stop, talons raking the stone floor of the bowl and wings blooming around him.
The greeting he receives, the response to all this effort, is a shove of His hand to push away his affectionate nosing.
"Go away, I don't want you."
Yes you do. You said so.
"I lied. Go away."
He keeps walking, leaving Sehkrath in his wake. But as determined and stubborn as the rider is, his mount is more.
Padding along silently, he keeps a good distance between himself and His.
Finally R'en stops at the lake, standing still in the almost total darkness and staring at the water. The dragon stops at his side and sits, waits for what he's known to come, what always comes. Waits.
There. A slight shift in His mind, an allowance, permission. Sehkrath slips in like a small thing into the embrace of its mother and nestles in close, warm in his mental presence.
She's not the same. Everything's different.
You are.
Don't wanna be.
If you did not change you would never grow. I grow.
Yeah well maybe I don't wanna grow, ever think of that?
No.
Shows how much you pay attention.
Closed again. Well fine. Sehkrath can always wait, so long as, while so cut off, he can see Him. In the night air his wings rustle gently; he tilts his head to make sure always there is one eye on the man next to him.
There, another opening. There's a sudden rush of glee, happiness for his own attentiveness.
She isn't gonna tell me things.
She doesn't feel she should, she doesn't think you should know.
Yeah I /know/. Only I should.
Should you?
I think so.
You would have gone after her.
No. I just would like to know when I should be thinking about what to write home. Dear ma, Tavaly's dead, sorry I didn't know.
That would be a very bad letter.
No kidding.
You still love her.
I can't lose her.
Since hatching, Sehkrath has been so finely attuned to what He is feeling. He doesn't know why, only that he should be, only maybe not this much. The sudden shift of things inside His mind is a warning of things crumbling. And he has learned that this one single second's worth of cracking is all he has to go on before He breaks.
R'en doesn't move when the one wing moves in behind him, doesn't move still when the bronze at his side shifts, shimmies, until he's at his back.
He does move when he feels the warmth of the dragon from behind, the protective security of having someone there. The first steps are slow, shuffled, but hurried at the same time.
Sehkrath wastes no time in enveloping Him completely, tucking his head down and rumbling deep and low.
Really wish you'd go away.
I'm here. Always here.
And this song just wraps everything up so nicely.
There's always something
In the way
There's always something
Getting through
But it's not me
it's You
Sometime's ignorance
Rings true
But hope is not in
What I know
Not in me
It's in You
It's all I know
And I find peace
When I'm confused
I find hope when
I'm let down
Not in me
But in You
I hope to lose myself
For good
I hope to find it in the end
Not in me
It's You
It's all I know