Tinkahra watches as the animals of the dream frolic in the glade. Her eyes lazily droop as the warmth of the dream winds caress her emerald scales. Peace. It is a pleasant feeling within the titan’s dreams. Dryads were walking the glade’s edges as they sang a song of blooming. Fey dragons float behind the dryads, blossoming the various trees into verdant plumage. A smile plays on the corners of Tinkahra’s jaw.
“Tink, Tink!” A squeaky voice breaks the peaceful bliss. A squeaky voice that is always welcome to break it.
Tinkahra glances to her side to see the plump emerald whelp sitting on a rock. A chuckle escapes her throat. “Xiinistera.” She coos. “For what have you come here to meddle in my silence?”
Xiinistera giggles as she hops off her perch. “I show you!” Her voice cracks with eagerness as she stands in front of Tinkahra. She lets out a small puff of green smoke from her mouth onto the ground, and up sprouts a beautiful flower.
Tinkahra chuckles. “You have come along well, child.” She lazily rests her head back down. “But you interrupt my nap.”
Xiinistera hops forwards and climbs onto the larger drake’s head. “That’s okay, I nap too.” She nestles between Tinkahra’s horns.
Tinkahra’s expression said all Etzul needed to know. Had the green still had eyes, she was certain there would be tears. “What an odd memory to be so attached to.”
Tinkahra shook her head to clear the magic. “It was innocence.” She smiled. “I would always nap in that glade, long before the nightmare stole it from me. The dryads would sing the fey dragons a song, and the fey dragons used magic to spread blossoms through the dream.”
Etzul smirked. “Never took you to be so sentimental towards such a thing.”
Tinkahra rolled her shoulders, yet her expression remained distant. “I’m not. Not anymore. It is funny. Xiinistera always knew she could find me there.” Her expression turned dark. “She was so happy to show me any progress she made.”
“Why her? Surely there were more from your mother’s clutches that were guided by the older drakes.”
Tinkahra shrugged. “Perhaps it was my own pining at that time that brought us close. Instead of as sisters, I treated her more like my own child.” She sighed. “My own downfall, in the end.”
Etzul laughed. “Such is life, is it not? And here you stand. A twisted amalgamation of the fel and nightmare both.”
Tinkahra place a hand on her forehead and threw her head back into a roaring fit of giggles. “Irony abound, for certain. Had we not been so close, she never would have ran there, I never would have… would have…” Tinkahra stopped shaking with her giggles as her normally green eyes flashed red for a moment. “Would have… been granted the powers I have now.” She shook her head and wrapped an arm around Etzul’s shoulder. “We never would have met! How shameful would that be? I wouldn’t hear tantalizing whispers of what I could do to you.”
Etzul shrugged. “Oh how bad would that have been.” She sighed as she pushed Tinkahra’s arm off her shoulder. “Do you wish to relive the moment again?”
Tinkahra scowled. “No. I want snacks. We have some snacks, yes? You picked up the cake you promised? Yes?” She started to bounce on her heels.
“Yes. I did. Go eat.” Etzul watched as Tinkahra’s expression suddenly lightened and the demon huntress darted out of the room. A chuckle escaped her lips as she followed.