19 - fury of the night

[forbiddenfriend]

[The sound that comes from the journals is hauntingly beautiful, and deeply touching. It's not unlike the song of a whale, although it's closer to a whine, since that's exactly what it is. It's a smooth, melodious sound at first, and then it lowers, becoming warbled, and it sounds astonishingly like sobbing. The sound lasts for about ten seconds in total, and doesn't repeat itself.

Toothless is sitting in the courtyard in front of the castle, looking skyward. He wouldn't continue to cry; he wasn't a hatchling, after all. Still, having your best friend leave when he had been there with you nearly the entire time the both of you had been relocated to this area was hard. So he'd allowed himself at least one cry.

Now, though, he sits in silence, head falling and then drooping.

And he sits.]

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[doublethefun]

[she reaches up for a nuzzle, responding to that hum with one of her own - a snatch of an old lullaby.

A few moments later:] What is the matter, Toothless?

[forbiddenfriend]

[He opens his eyes to look to her for a long time. It was the kind of gaze that said, he'd wish he could tell her, but there was only so much he could tell with hums and gestures.

Maybe Luna could see the loneliness in him anyway. How he'd felt lost even, with the friend he'd grown so close to gone without a trace.

Finally, he closes his eyes and dips his head again.]

[doublethefun]

[well, loneliness is (was?) pretty much her byword. So she says nothing, and merely wraps a warm, feathery wing around as much of his back as she can reach.]

[forbiddenfriend]

[He looks at her again when he feels the warmth, and were he capable, he might have given a little smile in response. As it is, he shifts a little so that he could gently nuzzle her cheek.]