The Sunspire Falling Away

The trees wavered under the persuasion of the wind. He could hear their branches clashing like swords, a million of them throughout the wood. Then the wind had brought its force to his fur and entwined in each frond, playing with the oily coat of the beast as he relaxed. Surely enough she had come to join him, though having expected her to approach on the side he could see, was put off when he could hear footfall on his left side. Another rumbling in his throat erupted, but he swallowed it down. While any other creature would have been crushed by his teeth for such disobedience - to approach the dragon where he could not see - he allowed her, if only because he trusted her, and wanted of her.

There was no response given to her touch, and as she sat with him, he tilted his head to look at her. Eventually she mimicked his position, laying next to him, and he remained silent a moment further. In the quiet, it would seem the both of them had reached satisfaction, content with one another and their full stomachs. Raheerah knew he had to shatter the peace, but prolonged it, allowing her to revel in whatever she chose - rest, safety, company, quelled hunger - as the winds continued to shake the trees.

Never once did he drop his chin to his paws. The beast remained alert, and his breath passed in patient meter. Several minutes of silence consumed him, tempting him to let it be, but stubborn ambition drove away any tranquility that could nestle itself among them for very long. Eventually, he did speak up again, letting her form occupy his molten stare once more. "Yoou will recoonnsider my offfer," Raheerah rumbled, unabashed in his persistence. Something of a curious inflection tailed his words, hungering for an answer - for that answer to be yes, though he could say nothing more. Not until she gave him reason to elaborate, or explain, which he openly would if encouraged.