A soft touch, a gentle warmth as Khamaith searches for a particular dragon in the early morning. She has been alight with this fine day, the sleepy gold wide awake in the excitement of reunions and new starts. To see a hatching, to see her family that she has not seen since they were but a fraction of their size. Yet she cannot help but be excited to see her eldest sibling, her eldest sister that she had not seen since they were cuddled against their parents’ sides so very long ago.

Sahrawith? She gently coasted closer to the ledge that she felt closest to her big sister, the curls of excitement to see her once more as she lands oh-so-delicately. Oh, how I’ve missed you. Time has been too long since we’ve seen one another. Part of that was her own fault, with injuries that laid her down for months. But she was here, trilling so softly as she hot foot gently in her excitement -- and in her nerves, if she were honest. Might I stay a moment, and visit?


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