When a friend is in need, sometimes all you need to do is listen, and show support. I try to do that with my wife and my friends. I might not always do the right thing, I try my hardest to make it so.
Today was that day. My friend (and my crush) was not having a good day. So I ended up just snuggling up with her. We talked a bit, and at the end we made out. It was getting a bit hot, but we ended up slowing down a bit. Just those few moments helped her feel better. I might not have solved her issues, but I made sure she knew that I can be a shoulder for her in times of need. I think also having Anni away was not helping, but our hearts where a bit empty without the woman we love here. Being with her reminds me of Anni and it warms my heart. We both miss her so much, and can’t wait to have her back in our arms.
The words she spoke brought tears to my eyes and I was literally speechless.
“When a bond between dragons, or a dragon and someone else get strong, there is a rite we preform for that person. Like in times of war, most of the soldiers would do this for there commanders, kids would do it for parents during a big time in there life, and its also used between lovers.”
My owner handed me the knife. It had a wooden handle, looking like it was centuries old. It was hand carved. The blade mirrored the handle. It was sharp and showed no signs of age. The tip was shaped like a hook and came around to a sharp point.
I searched her body for one scale, the prettiest scale. I was filled with fear at first. I mustered up the strength as my fingers and eyes combed her naked body. The I found it. The sun caught it just right and it shimmered. It was a deep dark blue like all the others but there was something special about it. When the morning sun hit it, it shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow, dominated by a brilliant, bright, almost metallic turquoise blue. I had located the scale, of my choosing, I was to remove.
I slipped the hook of the knife under the scale and around the tendon which held it in place. I looked Sky in the eyes and told her how much I loved her, how much she meant to me. Without flinching and in one swift movement I pulled the hook through and cut the scale free.
The pain was great. Her reaction, I will spare the details there of. But know the pain I inflicted on her was great. I healed her wound, stopping the blood. My fingers tingled as they passed aetheric energy through her wound, closing it up. She sat up in front of me, smiling, and asked me to remove my collar. Moments later the stone which once hung in the pendant was replaced with the scale. The brilliant scale was seated in a gold setting. She clipped it back around my neck.
“Happy Birthday Anni.” The words she spoke brought tears to my eyes and I was literally speechless.
She has given me a symbol of her love and dedication to me: The scale was selected by me, the prettiest of all her scales, indicating her willingness to give up anything for me. The scale was removed by me, indicative of the trust she has in me. The scale will never grow back, she has given me a piece of her body. The pain was unlike any other, she will endure anything for me. The scale hangs from the collar she gave me. I carry a piece of my owner with me where ever I may go. It is a symbol of her beauty and is a promise of her undying love for me.