#ward laidir

red is the color of fire running through your veins of the scorching sun above red is the color of passion. of your anger burning bright of the sun warming us from above red is the color of our love the bold reclamation of all the hues that surround us one cannot be without the other just as we can't and with your face between my palms, it's like i'm holding the sun in my hands

"Is this another pastime of yours?"

They chuckle lightly. "Rarely." One dragonling whinges at the others before giving up on the race, clambering to Taash's side. It drops on the ground like a cat, curling against their leg. They gently reach to touch the head of the dragon, drawing a line down its spine. It makes a purring sound, trembling in pleasure. "They are native to South. Rare that they show themselves."

"And here I thought you raised them. Look at how they took to you."

"They are like pests. They breed quickly. They get into places they shouldn't. But they are pretty friendly if they aren't hungry."

The both of them turn to the rest of the dragonlings at the sound of a hiss. Two dragons have grabbed a fish by its both endings, pulling and pushing to be the one to get it.

Taash sighs, reaching for the bag they've set aside for another fish.

"You have more?"

"This is the last one. I was keeping it for the loser."

They whistle to gather the dragons' attention, throwing the fish far from the rest. After a moment of pause, one of the dragonlings let the fish go to dive into the new one.