Exton

Tork glides along the hallway, heading for the room Twillon took with Torrent. The dragon lands on the back of a chair set along the wall, waiting for Twillon to open the door. Shifting the small bundle into the crook of his arm, Twill unlocks the door. Tork darts through as soon as the it is open far enough.

While Weebit unstraps her harness, Twillon hangs up his tunic, deep in thought. I want to show someone how much I care. The words run round and round, entwining with Inari's response. He turns to look in the mirror, tugging the leather thong from his topknot. He watches Weebit's reflection as she carefully eases the tunic past her wings. She bends to tug the pants down her legs and Twillon catches his breath.

Her mass of pale curls cascades over her shoulders, baring the smooth muscles of her back. The main arches of her wings rise gracefully, the panes melted and tattered. As she rises, he watches, brushing out his own waves. The muscles in her arms and chest move sensuously as she drags her comb through her her ragtag mop, causing her wings to flutter with the movements of her breasts. Twillon tears his gaze away. Her sigh draws back his attention.

"What is wrong, Honey Girl?"

She stretches, her almond eyes almost closed. A tear slips along her cheek. She shakes her head.

Twillon crosses the room to sit on the edge of the bed. Weebit has sat on the edge of the tissue box on the bedside table. He strokes her cheek, lifting her tear to his lips. Her eyes open and she looks up at him.

"I don't want to hurt any more. I don't want to be trapped in one size. I want..." her voice slips away as the tears threaten to fall.

Twillon gently lifts her, moving her to the pillow on his bed. He tugs off his boots and pants, stretching out next to where Weebit lies, curled up. Tork flutters to the headboard, puffing softly. The dragon croons as Twillon gently strokes back her hair.

"Honey Girl..."

The last words he hears as she cries herself to sleep are "I want to be big so I can show you...."

Twillon lies awake for a long time afterwards, listening to the beat of the music downstairs. The last words he whispers to her before he drifts to sleep are, "I wish I could be small, to show you."