Rider mine, can we fight Thread?

Tawny laughed and scratched Tironath's eye ridge.

"Heart, you're still too young. Only a sevenday, and already wanting to fly and fight Thread," laughed Tawny to herself. The hatchling, almost twice as big as Chloe's green, had grown so quickly. Tawny watched as he chased playfully after a butterfly. The sunlight reflected off of him, shining and shimmering. She loved how his colours changed from brown to black. It was so original, so unique. She looked at her waist length black hair, and then at her lifemate. She wanted it to be known to everyone that they were a pair, never to be separated. She had plans for later...

"You are so beautiful, love," commented Tawny as Tironath ran over to her. Tawny could sense the mock anger from his mind.

Beautiful? That is such a girl thing. Tawny laughed at loud. She hugged him around the neck and she knew he was pleased.

I love you, rider mine.

"And I love you, dragon mine. Come, let's exercise those wings so you can fight Thread in the future. If you still want to."

Of course I will. You just wait, Tawn.

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Later that same evening, Tawny had a surprise for Tironath.

"You stay there, Tir. Just wait one more minute..."

You've been in there nearly a whole candlemark, Tawn! I'm hungry. The dragon paced across the floor, his tail swishing. Tawny stepped from the bathing room to reveal...

You're just like me! cried Tironath. Tawny smiled at her love's reaction. She pulled some hair in front of her face to see what the outcome was. One side was brown, and the other her natural black. The two faded together in the middle, giving her the same Night look as Tironath. He leaped up and she hugged him tightly, bonder and bonded embraced in a moment of pure, true, raw love for one another.