Post by Bre on Sept 16, 2010 18:27:16 GMT -8
I drove for miles and miles . . .
A familiar head popped up beside G'rael's bed and peered at the sleeping bluerider with interested. As it was the middle of the night, it wasn't really an appropriate time for any head to be popping anywhere, but one M'rion of green Romaph definitely wasn't supposed to be in a boy's room at that. However, G'rael wasn't a boy. Everyone knew that. He was a best friend. Him being a boy only came into play on occasion. Like when he was awake. As he was most definitely asleep right then, it was obviously totally okay for her to be in his room. After all, if Romaph was asleep, which she was, most of the rest of the universe had to be asleep. The young green's state of rest was why M'rion had felt safe enough to slip out of her room. Actually, she kind of just liked danger. She wasn't exactly planning on leaving G'rael to just sleep.
"Hey G'rael;" she whispered quietly, staring intently at his face. He was so cute when he was sleeping. She didn't want anyone to hear her, but anyone was mainly Talmaph, sleeping on his large bed just like his rider. The protective blue wasn't her favorite creature, though she was sure they would work it out one day soon. Her only issues with the hatchling was that she liked to spend time with G'rael and Talmaph didn't generally approve of her stealing him away. However, enough was enough! She hadn't spent nearly enough time with her best blind friend as of late and they were getting out to do something, even if it was the middle of the night. Sneaking into his room hadn't been that hard. She was surprised to find out that Canph and K'huna didn't just sleep at the barrack's door, watching them. Those two were dropping the ball.
"Hey, hey, G'rael;" she said, voice a little louder. Furtively, she glanced over at Talmaph, but that only caused her to have to stifle a wave of quiet giggles. What a funny set of circumstances this was! And fun it was! Straightening up a bit, so that she stood fully on her knees, she leaned over the bed, so that she was within inches of his face. Her breath was perfectly even and soft. In the dead of the night, there was hardly noise, even from her. When she wasn't speaking, she made not a sound. The hardest thing for her was holding still. However, staring at G'rael made it a lot easier to do. There was something about his lovely face that was very entertaining, not because it was odd or ugly, but because there was something prolific that she was sure was written amongst his scarred features. Her lips remained quirked in a tiny, amused smile.
"Wake up!" M'rion knew better than to shout, but she added a prompt shove to make sure he woke up. In the same motion, she set herself upon the bed, perching comfortably at the edge as she nudged him over to the other side. Her grin expanded as she purred down at him, exuding bemusement and the sort of wit that came from experience and charm, not intelligence. Quite sure that he was now awake, she soon let herself flop over and rested her chin on his shoulder. "So, how's it going?" M'rion drawled into his ear with wicked glee. His bed was more comfortable than hers. That wasn't fair. Oh, wait, that was probably just his shoulder. It was very comfortable. Anyway, she didn't like sleeping in beds. Hammocks were much more comfortable. Invading G'rael's personal space bubble quite happily, she hummed faintly to herself.
. . . and wound up at your door.
