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Weary bones craved rest, but Mictecath's mind whirled as her eyes might, unable to find the solemn, midnight rest that had claimed her rider. She watched the young girl curled up amongst her bedfurs, and Mic yearned for the easier times when her siblings' bodies lay near hers. When they were small enough to fit five beneath their mama's protective wings... When nobody hurt, and everybody was happy... and alive.

A soft creel escaped her, and the dragon found herself curling up tight, resting her head on her forelegs. Timor and Belior offered no comfort this night, and the dancing stars held little appeal. The romanticism of the night lost against the heavy melancholy of her hearts.

{Mama...} Her voice, ever as melodious as the day she hatched, stretched between her and her beloved golden dam, a whisper carried by an invisible breeze... {May I rest beneath your wings tonight?} It was remarkable that the young queen showed such control- when it came to cuddles, especially with Fianth, she was more eager puppy than poised dragon... But here she was, eyes whirling grey and yellow with worry, voice both wistful and mourning in one turn. Perhaps she would be amenable to sharing her ledge with her... if the toils of Fall hadn't burdened her hearts too heavily as well.