The dragoness laughed as she coiled her serpentine form around the blue-furred dragon. She brought her head low and rubbed her cheek against Naiome's, raising a scaled hand to wipe away the tears that flowed. "Thank you, My Lady. Your words are too kind. You're very pretty as well." When she had wiped away all of the royal's tears, Aolani shifted so she could lay her front half before Naiome, though she still remained coiled around her.
"Confidence always came easy for me, My Lady. I was never told to be ashamed of myself or what I was. My mother, an angel, was a high ranking general. My dragon father stayed home to raise my brother and I, and he's still a very well-liked man. No one around us ever took issue with my brother and I being hybrids. And if any did, they were surely proven wrong time and time again." Aolani spoke of her past gently; it seemed as though Naiome's father had done her more harm than good. She had a lot to undo in order to help Naiome flourish into the strong, confident woman Aolani knew lay buried within. "Of course, towering over anyone who would have felt shame in me likely help curb their tongues," she said, throwing her head back in raucous laughter. "My military school hazers learned quickly that my dragon heritage was nothing for me to be ashamed of. Nothing quite says "fuck you" like an elemental blast during combat training." She gave a playful wink, her eyes sparkling.
"An important thing to remember is this, My Lady: no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Own what you are. It's a part of you that no one can ever take away."
Aolani uncoiled herself from around Naiome, and flew a short distance away. "Now, show me what you can do in that form. I need to see what I'm working with, so don't hold back! Come at me with everything you've got." Her legs bent into a defensive stance, and Aolani resembled a cat, coiled and ready to spring into action. "Each blow upon me will be one less lap you have to run."
"Confidence always came easy for me, My Lady. I was never told to be ashamed of myself or what I was. My mother, an angel, was a high ranking general. My dragon father stayed home to raise my brother and I, and he's still a very well-liked man. No one around us ever took issue with my brother and I being hybrids. And if any did, they were surely proven wrong time and time again." Aolani spoke of her past gently; it seemed as though Naiome's father had done her more harm than good. She had a lot to undo in order to help Naiome flourish into the strong, confident woman Aolani knew lay buried within. "Of course, towering over anyone who would have felt shame in me likely help curb their tongues," she said, throwing her head back in raucous laughter. "My military school hazers learned quickly that my dragon heritage was nothing for me to be ashamed of. Nothing quite says "fuck you" like an elemental blast during combat training." She gave a playful wink, her eyes sparkling.
"An important thing to remember is this, My Lady: no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Own what you are. It's a part of you that no one can ever take away."
Aolani uncoiled herself from around Naiome, and flew a short distance away. "Now, show me what you can do in that form. I need to see what I'm working with, so don't hold back! Come at me with everything you've got." Her legs bent into a defensive stance, and Aolani resembled a cat, coiled and ready to spring into action. "Each blow upon me will be one less lap you have to run."
