Shiro Bara
Chapter 2: Bonding
I had been watching my Little One from the shadows. Always able to see him but him never seeing me. The boy was learning to walk and was trying to walk to his father. Reaching out for him with his tiny human hands. His father turned to see his son and I watched as the boy tried to walk faster. Then he tripped over his own feet and fell onto the ground.
"Get up, Little One." I murmured, "Get up."
I wasn't sure if Atem heard me or not but he stood again, wobbling a bit and his father bent down and held his arms out to catch Atem when he made it. I watched as the Prince and the Pharaoh exchanged a bonding moment. After the Pharaoh walked away to return to his duties I was about to return to the shadows but stopped when the smell of salt water reached my nostrils. I blinked and turned around to see the boy was on the ground.
My curiousity was getting the better of me and I walked over to the boy. I sat behind him and watched him as strange noises were coming from him. Nearly shrill sounding and it made my heart ache to hear it. I did not want my little human to make those noises.
I lowered my head and blew a puff of air through my nostrils at the back Atem's spiky tri-colored hair. It still amazes me how spiky his hair is. The boy turned his head and those adorible crimson eyes met my own golden ones. I then saw the water leaking from his eyes. Curiously I sniffed the substence. Atem was still staring at me wide-eyed. I ignored his amazed and nearly fearful gaze and I stuck the tip of my tongue out and pressed it against his dark cheek. I tasted salt mixed with water.
This was the first time I had seen human tears so this was something new. I liked the taste for some reason so I lapped up more. Savoring the salty wettness of it. I then nuzzled Atem's cheek with my muzzle and heard another sound from his lips. It wasn't that shrill, sad sound. This time I heard a sound that was like music to my ears. Laughter.
I loved the sound so much I wanted to hear it again so I nuzzled his little tummy as well. He laughed more and giggled and I loved it so much I continued to lick and nuzzle at him. I then scooped the little boy into my front paws and licked at his tummy, making a sound I never thought possible for a dragon. I purred. Like a cat.
This is usually very shameful. A noble breed of dragon purring like kitten for a puny little insect. A human! But strangely I didn't care. I loved to hear his laugh and I wanted to hear it more often. After I stopped tickling the boy I set him back down and stared into his eyes. He then giggled more and placed his small pudgy hands on my muzzle. I stared at the hands as best I could and caused him to giggle more. His hands were so warm, I felt like I could melt into them. I hummed in pleasure at the feeling of the Prince's hands on my scales. MY Prince's hands on my scales.
Short but cute.
Next: Atem at the age of 13 and Dreamer learns the meaning of friendship.