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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[forbiddenfriend]

[The nightfury doesn't respond to her movement or her voice, besides the light twitch of a headfin. He's not in the mood for charades right now, and since that's usually the only way he can only get some slightly more complicated points across... well, not much of a point in doing much at all, then.

The touch does get a bit of a reaction out of him, though. He feels the soft fingers on his crown, and opens his eyes once more to look at Galadriel.

Now that he's paying proper attention, your fear is obvious, Galadriel. Why do you continue to stay?]

[inafadingcrown]

[Is it so obvious? She thought she was doing fairly well, using only the caution one would in dealings with any wild animal. But animals tend to be able to sense such things, particularly intelligent ones, so perhaps it's not surprising.

His reaction encourages her though, so she'll take to gently petting his head.]

[forbiddenfriend]

[If he were in a better mood, he might have even teased the elf a bit. As it is, it's hard enough to lift his head.

Even so, he can't help but be a bit curious himself. He can feel her reservation, her hesitance in her hands. He can't quite understand her purpose for staying then, since the two were complete strangers to each other.

...still, it was a nice feeling. He closes his eyes and presses slightly into the hand. A soft, melancholy hum comes from him.]

[inafadingcrown]

[It's alright, Toothless. You're hardly the only one not to understand her motivations.

She smiles at the hum and the hesitancy melts away.]

Such a musical creature. Do not fear little one, I have sung enough laments of my own.

[forbiddenfriend]

[She smells nice and calming, and even her voice seems to soothe him. It's obvious that he's going to be hung up over something for quite awhile, but at least the company eased the pain.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She will just sit with him for a while, then, humming a little tune as she pets his head.]