She leaned down and whispered in Pearl's ear, then turned around. "Hold on tight Love! She's a jumpy one!" And then she began to run, it a very ungraceful bumpy run. "WINGS! UNFOLD!" And like that they go out. "UP! UP!" And after some tilting and us nearly going upside down she regains balance and flight both at the same time. "There. You get dragons in the dragon dens of course!"
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"I see," Thorne said calmly, clinging to Crystal to avoid falling off. "And… where would the dragon dens be? In the woods, perhaps?"
"Mountains." She said simply. She relaxed into your arms, and took a deep breath. "You know dear, you smell like cinnamon."
"Oh, yes." Throne smiled. "The smell of home." They pause, then continue. "A few trees near Zini are Everlasting. Do you know about the Everlasting trees?"
She shook her head. "I've heard of them but I don't know much about them."
"They're the most beautiful trees, in my opinion," Thorne says happily. "They always look like it's autumn, and the leaves are constantly swirling to the ground. And they smell like cinnamon. I have a few beads carved from their wood braided into my hair, just to remind me of home." Thorne smiled.
She nods. "That sounds wonderful." Suddenly the dragon stops, nearly flinging us off. Crystal grabs you and pulls you close, as Pearl perched in a tree, and sat there, looking around. "Pearl why did we-" Suddenly there was a screech. "Ah. Angry Hippogriff." (Yes the one from Harry Potter)
"What should we do?" Thorne asked, looking around, holding tight to Crystal. "Do we have to fight it, or do we have to just stay still and wait it out?"
"Actually, neither. We compliment it. They are very pompous and proud beasts, and like to be known for their beauty. Vain too. Must be my sisters." She sighed and got off pearl, and began to climb up the tree after helping you down.
"Okay, then." Thorne followed Crystal up the tree. "Where is it? Close to us?"
She shrugs as she sat there at the top branch. "I may know a lot, but not everything. This is what we use our senses for dear." She breathed in and out,calming down the thudding in her heart, looking around to see if she could spot it. "Look-THERE!" She points to a flash of grey darting between the tree's with another screech, something brown sticking out of it's wing. "Oh dear,it's been hit!" She then scrambled down the tree,helping you. "PEARL! DIA!" The dragon gave off a weak growl of protest. "NOW." And it leapt down. Then Crystal walked off towards the hurt screeching.
Thorne clambered out of the tree and followed Crystal. "If you need a calming voice for the beast so you can help it, I'm at your service." They said softly.
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(OH HEY I forgot i was doing this, sorry birthday stuff got me wrapped up)
"Well thank you dear!" She kissed your cheek and found the griffin, it screeching and running around wild. "Woah there you beautiful beast, calm down. There there." She muttered a spell and a purple fog befell it, and it fell over and went to sleep. "There we go…" She then went over and sighed. "PEARL! CMERE GIRL!" The dragon crept out from the tree's and licked my face. "Oh I love you too ol' girl. Let's see…" She pulls out bandages, salve, alcohol for cleaning the wound, cotton to plug it, and then a pair of tweezers and a few other sharp tools. "Poor fellow, how dare they hunt such a wonderful creature?"
(Totally okay, I was quite busy with schoolwork anyways! Happy birthday, also!)
Thorne smiled at the kiss, then leaned against a tree and watched Crystal work. "Who would hunt a griffin?" They asked, gazing at the creature. "I mean, what could you possibly want with one?"
"Wings, feathers, meat, their beak. Also make a nice wall draping, and their magical abilities are used in many ancient rituals." She sighed and pulled out the arrow, and moved out of the way as blood shot out. She then grabbed the cotton and stuck her hand in, clogging the wound as she sewed it with an already threaded needle and thread, put on the salve, and bandaged it, her hands bloody and ruining her dress, completely calm.
"Hmm." Thorne watched the whole thing impassively, their expression almost bored. "You're quite good at that. Had a lot of practice?"
She nodded. "Like I said, I spend almost a lot of time in the forest. I'm a defender of all Life." She sighed. "There's a river just north of here, I'll have to change out of my dress. Luckily I always pack a change of clothes." She smiled. "The griffin will wake up in a half hour or so, just let it rest for now. Heaven knows how much it needs it."
"Okay." Thorne nodded. "I'll stay here, I guess. Call if you need anything." They sat down at the base of the tree. "I'll fight anyone off if they come near." They pulled a knife from a sheath in their boot and grinned.
Crystal laughed and headed off. "Have fun dear." And sang as she washed her hands and arms, and changed into an simple dress, with rhinestones embedded into it, making her bodice sparkle as she came out and sat down next to you. "Much better."
"Yes, I agree." Thorne nodded. "Are we going to head back?" They paused. "When is that 'sending off' ball thing you talked about going to happen?"
"What? The wedding? Last night was the ball of course. The Wedding is being planned right under our noses. I have dress fittings tomorrow. You can either get fitted for a dress, or a suit if you wish. Though if you found a way to make it both that'd be quite the clever surprise." She smiled and laughed a bit, putting her head on your shoulder. She was tempted to kiss you, but decided such a treat should wait until their wedding day. "Tomorrow is Wednesday and I am getting married on a Sunday. Or so they say."
"Ooh, a dress-suit?" Thorne grinned. "That sounds like a lot of fun. I'm going to request that." They grin at Crystal. "Why on a Sunday? And why 'or so they say'?"
"Because it's a Holy Day." She said. "It's acquainted with the goddess of fertility and love, since it's a day of rest or something like that. And plans are never really set in stone, so Sunday is last I heard." She shrugged and kissed your cheek again. "Hm. Your cheeks are just so kissable." She giggled again, her dragon having run off to the river to catch fish.
"Oh, that makes sense." Thorne nodded, then smiled at her comment. "Why, thank you, Crystal. What makes them 'kissable', hmm?" They raised an eyebrow.