"Speaking"
"Thoughts or Aura speech"
Singing
The night was calm, a gentle breeze blowing through the trees and sliding across the rooftops. The full moon that hung in the sky offered a steady fast light even in the midst of the cool night. A figure perched silently on the end of a roof, secluded from sight from below by a low tree that offered a hint as to how the figure had gotten onto the roof. A cloud cleared the moon and the figure's face was illuminated as the young woman turned her face to the heavens. With long, fluffy, hair that shone whiter than the snow that sometimes fell in the northern regions and skin as pale as the moonlight, she almost looked like a ghost or a statue that taken up residence of her perch long ago. Then her deep, passionate, eyes slid open—revealing their color of freshly spilt blood to the moon that reminder her so much of her currently missing love. She sighed, placing her hands on the roof behind her, and leaned back as she soaked in the moon and starlight. She breathed in deeply, then began to sing softly into the wind:
I'm in love with an angel
Heaven forbid
Made me a believer
With the touch of his skin
I'd go to hell and back with you
Still lost in what we've found
Worlds apart, we were the same
Until we hit the ground
Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe I'm weak
Maybe I'm blinded by what I see
You wanted a soldier,
But it wasn't me
Cause I can never set you free
So fly, on your own
It's time, I- let you go
Go
Tears ran down her face as she sang, her breathing beginning to hitch as she struggled to push through her emotions in order to finish the song. He meant everything to her, and she would do anything for him even if in doing so she had to let him go. She respected his wishes. He wanted to to leave, so she let him. Even if it was the hardest thing she had ever had to do.
I'm in love with an angel
Who's afraid of the light
His halo is broken,
But there's fight in his eyes
Walls are built to keep us save
Until they're crashing down
Worlds apart we were the same
Until you hit the ground
Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe I'm weak
Maybe I'm blinded by what I see
You wanted a soldier,
But it wasn't me
Cause I can never set you free
So fly, on your own
It's time, I- let you go
So fly, on your own.
It's time, I let you go
Go
Tugging her sleeve over her hand, she wiped the tears off her face with shuddering breaths. It had been almost an entire year since he had set out and it was killing her. She had never been so isolated from the other clans for so long, even when her boys were not around others of the blood were to help soothe the ache she felt deep within her soul, and the way it was affecting her was beginning to show. Yesterday one of the servants had caught her almost drop a cup because of how badly she was shaking. Even worse was that there was nothing she could do about it. There was no way to get to the dragons from here and she still could not find an acceptable reason to leave. She ran her fingers gently through her hair, careful not to catch them on the braids she stubbornly still wore. She might have had to stop wearing her love's markings, but nothing on this earth or in the heavens above could make her get rid of her braids unless her love came back and told her face to face that she had to. Which was never going to happen, because just as she respected his choices he respected hers and he knew just how important her braids are to her. Her inner conflicts were interrupted as a shadow moved to her left. She shifted slightly as a second figure joined her, snuggling firmly into her side and wrapping an arm around her waist.
"You've been up here a long time, the others are beginning to fret," he murmured softly into her collar bone as he rested his head on her shoulder. She smiled gently down at her savior and close friend, ruffling his blond hair soothingly.
"The others will be fine. We can stay out here a little longer," she remarked back to the boy, without whom there was no way she could have lasted this long here. Zeno may look like a boy on the outside, but he was very much a man once you got past the deceiving exterior. He was a Warrior, one of the original Warriors, and it took a great deal of stress off both of them to no longer be alone. They had been alone for so long. Still, it was hard to go from being surrounded by all the different remaining Clans to only having one other Dragon. It probably would have been easier, but the two of them also had to hide their Dragon Auras. They were managing, but it was incredibly stressful not to mention harmful. Without a way to release the excess energy, she was starting to break down. Zeno was fair better, his connection to the dragons allows him to use any damage caused as an outlet for his energy. She wished her love was here. If he was, she could draw on his abilities to release some of the energy that was tearing her apart without having to worry about being discovered. As it was, she had taken up a little garden out in a secluded corner to feed her power through the earth and grow flowers, herbs, bushes, and even a few trees. She made sure to keep everything healthy and growing at a normal rate. It helped, but only so much. Noises from below drew her attention, and she sighed as she rested her head on Zeno's. "We should be going back." Neither of them moved for a long few seconds before Zeno slowly sat up and the two of them looked each other in the eye, searching for the reassurances they needed to go down and deal with the people waiting for then. "Don't worry, I'm here, It's okay, not leaving, You're not alone." She stood and stretched before offering Zeno a hand and pulling him to his feet as well. The two silently made their way off the roof and down the tree. Once on ground level, they slipped from building to building until they arrived at a large and obviously occupied one. Giving each other a side ways look, she bumped Zeno's shoulder reassuringly as the two quietly reentered the building both had separately fled earlier in the night. The celebration was still in full swing, though what it was for neither of them could remember, and the two unobtrusively mixed with the crowd. A group of older boys called out to Zeno who hesitated, looking from them to the woman at his side. She smiled at him and pushed him forward towards the kids. He frowned, obviously worried, but nodded and left to join the boys that had called out to him. Zeno turned back once he got there to seek out his secret heart sister, who had met up with a group of generals that she watched train in the mornings. They were the closest things she had to friends here. His brow furrowed as the generals opened their conversation to include her, "Be careful, Yuki," he projected faintly through his Aura. She caught his eye, and half smiled at him as she nodded.
"I will."