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Date Posted: 23:42:28 11/28/01 Wed
Author: Tristan
Subject: Wanting to listen
In reply to: Marz 's message, "Up, up, and away" on 16:04:35 11/28/01 Wed

Tristan’s ears perked up slightly when Marz immediately turned away from him. That wasn’t the reaction he’d been expecting, but with Marz, nothing was ever predictable. He tilted his head slightly, using his sharp hearing to pick up on the words his friend was muttering to himself.

“…hate it, I hate it because it stifles me!” Tristan blinked, his eyes whirling briefly red with alarm. What did he hate so much all of a sudden? Because being in his trueform lent him more self-confidence, Tristan wasn’t overly concerned about it, but he was still worried on Marz’s behalf. Seeing Marz being unhappy about something made him unhappy in return.

He didn’t have time to dwell on the mysterious words any longer, since Marz quickly turned around and complimented him on how he looked. Tristan took the hesitation in his voice to mean that he was simply overcome with awe, and this pleased him immensely. He sighed with pleasure and lifted his head somewhat, so that his friend could get a really good view of what had surely been the most handsome dragon on Elendor.

He gave Marz a chance to get settled comfortably before springing lightly into the air. He had to do some heavy flapping with his wings initially, but once he got to a decent height, he could glide a lot easier. Hearing Marz exclaim over how excited he was to be riding a dragon made him smile inwardly. For once, he regretted his present form, wishing that he could be sitting beside his friend with his arms wrapped around him, reveling in his shared joy.

But wasn’t this just as good? How he loved the comforting feel of Marz’s legs pressed securely against his sides, or the calming presence of the slight, warm weight settled behind his shoulders! This was a new way to be with Marz, a different thing to share with him. And even though Tristan had carried him before, he had always been too sick or injured to fully be aware of the experience. Now he was laughing and enjoying himself, and the simple thought that he was the reason Marz was so happy right now made him nearly dizzy with pride.

Of course, he tried not to think of the angry words Marz had whispered before mounting, and it wasn’t too hard, not really. Not when they were both having so much fun! ”Well, snow is only in special types of clouds,” he said in answer to Marz’s question, ”But we can check it out, anyway. No cloud is too high for me to reach!”

Not particularly true, but as the only cloud in the sky was of the fat, low flying variety, he didn’t see any reason not to stretch the truth any. The miles high cirrus clouds were of course off limits to him, as he probably couldn’t even get enough air into his lungs to make it that high. The fluffy little cumulus shouldn’t pose a problem, though.

”Hold on!” he called, veering sharply upward and pumping his wings with all his might. They soared upward until the palace below was a tiny dot in the vast sands of the Nerombian desert, and finally penetrated the damp whiteness of the cloud. Of course, once they were actually in it, you could scarcely tell, save that everything seemed to be enveloped in fog. Obviously, there was no snow to be found, but he thought it was probably still pretty fun to fly through your first cloud, snow or no snow. Tristan was still determined to take him to the mountains some day, but unfortunately, that day would just have to wait, at least until they made it out of the desert.

As he glided down to a more reasonable height (the air was really too thin up there to be comfortable for long) he began to finally be aware of the tenseness he could feel coming from Marz’s body. He knew he couldn’t possibly be afraid, since Marz was never afraid of anything (well, maybe some things, but they weren’t things anybody was supposed to know about). Plus, he couldn’t push what Marz had whispered earlier completely out of his head, and it continued to plague him with each passing second. What did he hate so awfully? Why hadn’t he said anything about Tristan’s mistake, too? He hadn’t even looked mad, only…well, not sad. Maybe bitter?

”I can tell something’s really bothering you,” he said eventually, slowly circling the palace at a leisurely pace. He didn’t want to land just yet; he wanted to stay up here where it seemed things were a little more magical than usual. ”You can tell me what it is,” he pleaded. ”I’m always ready to listen, you know, if you have anything you want to say.” He knew he was bad when it came to communicating his own feelings, but he really did try to be there if Marz wanted to talk to him about something. They both had things they didn’t like discussing, but Marz more so than him, and he figured it was important to encourage him to speak up as much as possible.

”I’m sorry I was angry with you,” he added, thinking maybe that was the source of his friend’s uneasiness. ”I was only thinking about what you always said about the way we acted in public together. I get scared sometimes, I guess…that you’ll get tired of being in love with someone so cold as I am. Seeing you look at Isobel made me want to prove that just wasn’t true.”

He sighed, a big smoky dragon sigh, sending plumes of grayish vapors drifting into the air. ”Are you still upset?” He paused before adding, ”And what is it that you hated so much down there?”

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