It’s way late and I’ve been deliberately distracting myself from writing Edition. (previous)
The wyvern turned its head, once again locking eyes with Mitchell. When it noticed the surprised look on his face, it blew a soft, short breath his way. Mitchell felt his skin tingling, his scars itching. It was a familiar sensation, almost like- No. It was gemergy. He directed the energy towards his hand and placed it in the grass. Nothing happened. He kept at it, but only saw very minor changes in the grass at best. ‘And here I thought I was good at this.’ he sighed and he let himself fall backwards, some dry blades of grass crunching under him. As if he wasn’t exhausted enough already, he had to go and tire himself out more by trying some fancy tricks.
Without Mitchell noticing, the wyvern had moved a little closer and laid itself down. When he turned his head to see what the creature was up to, its proximity startled him. But instead of moving away, which he didn’t even have the energy for, he simple observed. The wyvern had its wings tucked close to its body and its tail laid out as a protective barrier. Its eyes were still focussed on Mitchell, but they showed neither aggression nor fear.
Realizing there was no need to stay alert, Mitchell rolled his head back and stared at the ceiling. ‘You actually seem kinda nice.’ he said to the creature. No audible response, aside from its always heavy breathing. ‘I guess I should apologize. For needlessly fighting you.’ The wyvern huffed. ‘I know, it wasn’t the best plan, but it was all I had. It’s all pretty stupid in hindsight. I hurt a friend, put everyone’s lives in danger… And for what? Fuck, I’m an asshole.’
That’s a serious life-changing realization, right there. (next)