Ok so I got random motivation to write one small text. For the context the two characters mentioned below are OCs, they're both dragons. The name of the whole writing project is "Beyond the Horizon".
Eclair tossed and turned in her nest, but she couldn't find any comfortable position. Even tho her nest was objectively comfortable, she couldn't be. No matter how much feathers and fur she would add to it. Her agitation eventually attracted Vipère's attention and the Venenum came closer to her and gave her the benefit of her physical presence, scales against scales. Eclair was grateful of this act, for sure ; but she just couldn't tell Vipère the truth : that no matter how much effort her new-made friend was putting into making her staying here as comfortable as possible, she couldn't help but missing her natal mountains, the wind directly blowing on her side, the reassuring coolness of the rock under her paws and claws, the purity of the air and the smells of mountain plants, and those of ibex ready to be hunted, the sound high altitude winds howling, the thunderous crack of lightning strikes during storms. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how kind and sweet was Vipère, she couldn't help but wonder when she could go back home, even tho how hostile life was there because of the upper castes. But only the Great Mother knew how much Vipère was trying. No, she couldn't just break all her efforts by telling her. It was okay. She was just homesick. Perhaps, it would eventually go away. She closed her eyelids but sleep was slow in coming. ... Perhaps.
