Dea and #Teddy#
Nanuth? Mictecath had long since made a habit of night-time visits to loved ones, from the days of her weyrlinghood. Even now she enjoyed cuddling with others, and when there were no guests on her ledge her hearts and soul tended to wander with the waking of the stars. May I visit? For once in her life, she did not wish to overstep.
Mictecath was, at her core, a loving dragon. In that moment, fear threatened to overpower the love, to shun it, or cast it out; fear that her beloved brother would turn away from her for her choice. Days later, she played the flight over in her mind. Iweth was a charming, loving daydreamer, but the many possibilities of her potential choices endlessly repeated, keeping her from restful sleep. Would Nanuth have been a better choice? What about any of the others who had captivated her hearts?
She needed his gentle reassurance. She needed his calm, soothing logic. She needed to know that he loved her still. Mictecath needed him to know that he was forever part of her hearts- and if he was willing, he would be part of her children’s hearts.