Celebrimbor Helyanwë (suntdracones) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2013-11-06 11:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ashton hartley, character: xanthippe, location: by the ocean |
Thread: A Walk
WHO: Xanthippe and Celebrimbor
WHEN: 11/6/13 around 10pm
WHERE: In the woods near the coast
Celebrimbor had been searching for a lair since he'd arrived. Ms. Menides had given him permission to find one in the cave systems located not far from the school, and each night, between the hours of 11pm and 4am, when he was transformed to his true form, the black dragon scoured the hills and dug and tore into rocks looking for something suitable for his needs. His needs were varied. Ideally the cave would be deep and dry and inaccessible to humans - or whatever else walked on two legs around there. It needed to be a safe place to stash his gold once he started building his hoard again. A place to curl up and sleep and burrow and rub his scales against hard rocks when they itched. Somewhere that he could claw and keep his talons sharp and not overgrown. He was not a finicky dragon, but he did have basic needs. The oceanside looked most promising but so far the rocks were too soft or the caves were too wet when the tide came in. Frustrated, the adolescent midnight colored dragon returned to St. Margaret's before the first hint of daylight every morning, empty handed to sleep in his human form, in his human room, soft bed with soft blankets and now, after Xanthippe had come to his room with curtains she had made herself, more homey.
He had considered the curtains after she had hung them, having helped her hold the other side while they made sure they were straight. A nod of satisfaction indicated his pleasure. It did cover the window and allowed him some more privacy as well as block the light form invading his sleep on the weekends when there was no class and he tried to catch up from losing his sleep to his restless nights fruitlessly seeking a lair. He had been unsure how to thank the Gorgon girl for the gift, so he had simply touched the curtains, admiring the hand sewn detail she had put into it with the silver, and looked at her. Just looked. Barclay had taught him that favors weren't given for free, but Ashton had a feeling that Xanthippe hadn't given him the curtains with the intent to get anything in return except his continued company. A flicker of a smile had crossed his expression and he had given a nod, declaring that it was time for their walk.
The night was cold and he wore the black coat he'd first met her in, the one that had kept him warm on the journey from Iceland with his Keeper. Glancing at the girl as they walked through the forest, Celebrimbor was finding it strange how she was just there. With him. No question when he'd said they would go for a walk together. She trusted despite the stories of dragons eating fair maidens like her. Granted, the stories didn't include dragons kidnapping Gorgons, but still. If Ashton was being honest with himself, he didn't understand why his kind would have kidnapped princesses in the first place. Unless a ransom of gold was involved, of course. Gold. He missed it.
Licking his lips, Ashton looked straight ahead again and pressed on, curling his fingers to feel the rings that were made of solid gold and touched comfortingly against his skin.