Setting
He looked back at Auric, his sapphire eyes glinting in the shimmering sunlight.
“Rash would be putting it lightly. We might on twilight shores and were bonded together before the dawn arose,” Nao stated before resting her cheek back down along Tikaro.
“I would not change it for all the clouds in the sky or the stars in the evening, however,” Nao said before letting the two continue on in their conversation.
The elf sent her love to him through their bond in all its raw form as she pressed a kiss to his scales. Turning her eyes to Auric, Nao watched him, again not saying a word as to not interrupt their talk.
"Of course I will, though Nao may need to rest on the sands. You will have to fly with me so that i may teach you as I was taught, a manner not shown to those who do not share the blood of our kind. I could always show you the memories and things I have seen, giving you all the knowledge I have, but the help it would provide is not what you need.> He brought his massive head back to Nao's lithe form as she lay upon his scales, his deep blue eyes watching her gently.
“Besides,” the elf stated while leaning over to look him straight in his great eye, “You know how much I love to fly and it is how we found our bond.” Nao teased the dragon with another snippet of her desire to fly among others before letting out a small laugh. She was far different in bond with Tikaro than she had been when they met, but she was not lacking pleasantness.
He told her several things as he walked back over the sandstone and into the cave. He promised her that they would fly in a few hours and that afterwards she was free to do as she wished, as he would probably be going out to hunt for fish.
After only a few moments walk to the cave's entrance, The midnight-blue dragon laid himself back down, watching the sunrise as it warmed his hide. The glittering waves crashing against the shoreline, along with the music of the birds and the rustling of the nearby beach grasses put him at ease. It also, however, brought back memories of his homeland. He looked at the sand and stone around him, a sigh rushing past his maw.
She rose and pulled a linen shirt over her body for decency even if it barely covered her lower portions for modesty. She was, after all, an elf and nudity meant nothing to her kind.
Wandering out of the cave, Nao approached Karo with disheveled hair and a sore gait. It took quite a few minutes to reach him from the protest put up by her muscles. The rider would be fine once her limbs warmed up.
After relieving more tension in her body, Nao walked along Tikaro’s frame and ran a hand along him. She never could resist feeling his texture beneath her fingers no matter they ran across flesh or scale. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on and irresistible to Nao.
He thrashed his tail again before snorting out a long tongue of flame against the sand, turning a bit of it into orange-glowing glass.
“Ticklish, Karo?” Nao purred a melodic note, pleased that her mate was so sensitive to touch. The elven maiden ran her fingers along him again for just a moment longer. Once the teasing had passed, Nao climbed up onto his larger body and sprawled out along the dragon.
“I cannot say that I have ever made acquaintance with a dragon that was ticklish,” Nao said wrinkling her nose at her bonded and with a small laugh.
He blinked a few times, the sun now fully risen and burning brightly against the pale blue of the ocean sky.
“I would love to see your home and I believe that I am fit enough to ride for more than a day now,” Nao said while admiring the color of his scales. That same peaceful smile lifted the corner of her lips and Karo’s mate placed a kiss on them.
He hummed out of instinct, vibrating his sides and the ground with enough force to cause the sand to ripple and distort for feet in every direction. As soon as he'd recovered from the sudden swell of emotion, a few gem-like tears rolling from his eyes in happiness, he looked at her again.
His words almost did not register in her mind through the images surfacing even if she heard them clearly. Nao’s mind was muddle and corrupted for the short period until Karo’s tongue had graced along her cheek.
The rider opened her eyes and gave him a look that said she knew that he wasn’t innocent in his actions.
“Very well, Beloved. We shall leave after I dress properly to ride.”
The elf touched them with only the tips of her fingers and let them stay. Nao then made her way out of the cave once more to meet Karo after grabbing a satchel filled with miscellaneous supplies.
He dove deeply, at one point, aiming for a small, sheltered overhang of rock. He got below it and the rose, hi head lifting into an air pocket only large enough for his head and a bit of his neck. With a single motion, he lifted and gem from a small pile, swallowing the foot-long crystal with ease before diving again.
He would have surfaced as Nao came back outside, but he decided that he'd rather not drag himself across the sand once more. Instead of swimming to shore, Tikaro broke the surface of the water and shot into the air, droplets being flung from his wings and body as he made his way skyward. With a single bugle of joy, he made a loop and then landed beside Nao, making sure to keep all but his feet off the ground.
“Perhaps …” Nao began as a memory flitted through her mind, “ … you should be more wary of how you take off this time, Karo?” Images of their first flight together flashed through her mind which led to the memories of that night spent together as well.
Nao could not help but to laugh and spread her fingers beneath his scales to touch the flesh beneath.
Once he was sure she was set to go, he began to jog, then run across the sand. His strides were long, almost like a horse cantering, but as he moved forward down the beach he flapped his wings. After about two hundred yards, He pushed off the ground and pulled his legs up to his body, flying over the sand before lifting himself higher and banking to face the morning sun.