// Takes place after few weeks following the arrival of mortals to the Dragon Isles.
Neria growled in anger as she left the Obsidian Throne behind. Dropping down from the platform's edge she shifted mid-air, wings stretched to their full span to carry her away as fast as possible.
Of course it was a fool's errand, trying to convince her stubborn mule of a father and that egoistic brat to work together instead of against each other. They were blinded by the lure of power, the both of them. If even she, loner and recluse, could see it clearly, how could the rest of her flight not?
The scarred black soared above the land, towards Valdrakken. The forges of the city were one of the places that could calm her down, something she solely needed at the moment. Just as she reached the border of Thaldraszus, Neria sighed and veered away in a gentle curve towards the Ruby Life Pools.
She landed in a quiet corner, taking on her mortal guise once again. While losing herself in blacksmithing would have taken her mind off the issue, it would only be a temporary solution. Neria needed something else, and she hoped to find it here instead.
As odd as a black spending time in the red flight's territory still was, her scarred form only earned a few cursory glances before the reds lost interest in her arrival. It was far from the first time, after all. She took a seat in the shade of a tree near where the black dragon eggs were guarded and sighed.
"Ahh. Brooding again, Neria?"
An unexpected but familiar voice brought her out of her thoughts.
"And what if I am, Kaydestrasz? Are you going to demand me to leave, like you did the first time?" The black growled back, arms crossed over her chestplate.
"Titan's help me, far from it. It would be a futile attempt anyway, and I've learned my lesson. May I sit with you?" The red dragon wore a form similar to that of a human, his visage still showing some of his draconic traits, not dissimilar to her own.
Neria nodded with a defeated huff, closing her eyes. As infuriating Kayden could be, he was still one of the first reds who accepted her presence and made actual effort to get to know her better.
The silence stretched, only to be broken by Kayden in the end.
"So... what's this about, this time?"
Neria glared at him for a bit before rubbing at her temples with a gauntlet.
"Those two are at it again, and are even involving more and more of the mortals to assist them! How can they not see that internal strife is the last thing we need?! I tried to talk sense to get a compromise, but it was a waste of my time!" She hissed, but kept her voice down.
"If the black flight has any hopes to weather this storm, we need to be united... like you reds." The admission hurt, but the truth usually did.
"I think... It's not a waste of your time. I think they only focus on what there is to gain, while you also see how much there is to lose. How about instead of focusing on trying to change their view completely, you try to broaden it instead little by little?" He offered after pondering for a few minutes.
"Also, there must be others there who share your views. I know you hate being social - you barely tolerate my amicable self -, but try to find them. Many voices together are far louder than one, and a good leader also knows when to listen. Just don't give up and- what?" He scratched the back of his neck at the odd look she was giving him.
"Nothing. You just surprised me, is all." Neria huffed in reply and turned away before adding a short "Thanks."
// While I knew it was unlikely I could write for each prompt, I'm still satisfied that I could tackle even a few of them. It felt good, writing these solo pieces.
Day 1 - Forgiveness - featuring Sharyssa
Day 3 - Blind - featuring Neria and Kaydestrasz
Day 6 - Hurt - featuring Samantha and Zhiadormi
Day 7 - Aftermath - featuring Arlyn
Thanks again to the people running the @daily-writing-challenge!
