ORIGIN

Baratheon's brief explanation on Dragon's and Rider's sifted the dying flames of envy, willing it to relight with the knowledge that such bonds existed. It was not untrue to say that she had not been looking for a connection that reached so deep that it could somehow wrap its fingers around the soul and never relinquish. She'd been searching for this through the Gembounds who'd she met through her own short life yet to none was she able to find what Baratheon had found. Through Magdalena she'd born childlike hopes but she also knew them to be folly the moment the dog became the very first to leave. Then there were the others but again, none who would give what she so desperately sought.

"That's very lovely." Delphine cooed, biting back the rise and swell of jealousy with an honesty that she'd yet to impose upon others. "I imagine someday I will find someone like that too, perhaps not a Dragon but someone to share a bond with." The young filly explained more in affirmation than for confirmation. She stopped, head cantering to one side in deep thought. "Does it ever bother you though? Having someone who's so closely bound to you? Is there still privacy to be had?" Though if truth would have it, she'd been so rapt with the notion of having someone to bond with that when she came upon the realization that privacy could well be an issue, it made her ponder on what her own baseline would be. Her lips pursed and for some time more she stewed in silence.

The filly's gaze flickered to the dragon, listening as he rumbled on about the black monstrosity wreaking havoc in Polaris. It seemed strange to her that they were not related but then what of the Origin caves didn't seem at least somewhat off? "I see... I suppose it is difficult to see the semblance." With a digression neither smooth or broken in transition, questions shot through the space between them. "So are you going to keep growing? Were you born as small as I was? I can't imagine it..." She stopped mid-thought. "Is there more to the story?"

( @Baratheon )

Delphine did not understand the lack of need for privacy not because she thought it wrong but that she'd never created a bond so deep that there was no place for vice or secrets. She tried then to imagine Magdalena knowing of the envy that lived in her heart or if the others were to discover that she had, at one point, blamed them for her isolation. To imagine that they would forgive her was an impossibility and so it was, she settled for the dragon's explanation and prayed as she did earlier that she would be blessed enough to experience a bond so deep and untainted by the darkness born of their nature.

"No way! You were even smaller than I was!" She exclaimed in disbelief. Attempting to juxtapose the Baratheon now to his newborn self was just as impossible a task, if not even more so. A part of her almost wished she'd been there to see him when he was but a baby, perhaps then they would have started off without the violence but she knew her thoughts to be silly. As it was, she was thankful for how things had come to transpire. Had anyone to witness the two of them now, they would have been baffled if they'd discovered how they'd started, in the throes of violence now changed to something different, something good. It gave Delphine the hope she so lived for, that there was a good in everything so long as they strove for it.

As Baratheon spoke, the child inched forward, eager to drink in his words with perked ears and hooded eyes. Her imagination soared with the tales of the first dragon and rider. Her lips curled fondly into a small smile and before she knew it, slumber had befallen her. She would dream then of Baratheon and his Rider, Booker. They would soar the caverns imparting peace upon the world and every now and then, they would visit Delphine when they had the chance. They would exchange stories about their adventures and play for hours on end before parting ways with a promise of more to come. How lovely such a world seemed, perhaps one day it would become their reality.

good-night delphine!