Nevra - the blue dragonkin's page

Nevra continues to look down upon the summerborn child, and as she does the corners of her mouth, just visible beyond the countless rows of jagged teeth, curl upward into a gentle smile.

”Take your time, summerborn,” her voice is surprisingly soothing and gentle, helping to lull Aoife into a sense of comfort. ”There is no need to rush, or fret, tell your tale as you are able. We are simply having a conversation, you and I.”

Nevra spreads her wings and stretches her surprisingly dexterous arms wide to either side of her body, indicating the massive chamber is empty save for themselves.

The blue dragonkin cannot help but twist her head sideways in confusion. Her gaze still piercing into Aoife, it is clear to the child that Nevra finds her statement confusing.

”Dear child,” Nevra’s voice rolls out of her throat. ”It is always best to begin at the beginning.”

The dragonkin looms over the child, staring down with pale, cold eyes.

”Summerborn… you are only a child. You have known very few years of life… and you have not known war,” Nevra cranes her long, serpentine neck toward the child, twisting her scaly-maw slightly as it comes inches from Aoife’s nose. With their faces nearly touching, the pale radiance of the dragonkin’s eyes seem to pierce straight through the youth’s body, as if able to plainly see Aoife for the frightened child she is. Behind Nevra’s words there was vast intelligence and terrifying power, produced by a throaty, rolling growl that made the child shudder and tremble. ”What have you been through that you wish to become a rider? You would risk your own life to fight in our war… a war that is not your own…”

”Come, summerborn. Tell me your tale. What has brought you to this?” Nevra’s rolling growl coalesces seamlessly into a terrifying, animalistic mockery of speech, but the child can also sense the sadness and genuine caring words hold.