Interrupted Thoughts

[Damian]

Damian sat next to his small campfire in the middle of the forest. Its embers glowed and flickered as if they were alive, the crackling of the wood their heartbeat. The stars above him also pulsed with radiance as they looked down at the Fire Spirit, whom gazed back at them. Dami was laying on his back, the wet grass tickling his skin. The air flowed in and out of his lungs like the tide flows in and out along the shore. The smell of the ocean was in the atmosphere, the sweet salt scent of something mysterious. His eyes were closed, but he was far from sleeping. His mind scampered through simple and complex thoughts, events that had happened throughout the day, and of course the enjoyment of being by himself in peace. His crossed arms shifted to scratch his face when he felt something on his skin. Then another. His eyes opened, his head turned, and his gaze met with a pair of spying eyes in the trees. Someone was watching him, and they knew that they had been spotted.

(Yeah, this is the same post as the sample post in the bio. I'm tired. But I did add a sentence to it, if that helps at all. )

[flara]

Flara had been walking around the Island of Dragons all day, searching. She had flown here for a reason, even if she had to have crossed the ocean to get here, at least she had been able to fly over it instead of sailing across it. Admittedly, sailing across it would have been a lot slower and a lot more tedious for her. It had been definitely faster and easier to fly. Sighing, she walked slowly through the darkened forest, searching. This island was known as the Island of Dragons for a reason, it was the only island in all of Narnia and its oceans that was actually populated with living dragons. Ever since she had been a little girl, Flara had always wanted a dragon of her own. Of course, she knew she'd have to raise a dragon from an egg in order for it to obey her and everything. Today, however, she'd had no such luck at finding a single dragon in all the places she had searched. Perhaps tomorrow she'd try the few caves she'd seen. She definitely hoped to run into a dragon or two tomorrow. Walking through the trees, she couldn't help but notice how they stood like dark sentries on either side of her. Sure they had her somewhat closed it, but since these were the trees that no Tree Spirits resided in, she didn't have to listen to their whispers. Shrugging, she ran toward the nearest tree and leaped into the air. Grabbing a branch, she swung herself up into the safety of its leave-covered canopy and yawned. Sitting in the branch wasn't the most comfortable thing, but at least she had her back to the trees trunk so that if there were any danger it'd have to attack her from the front.

Blinking, she looked around herself and the tree. As she did so she noticed a fire in the meadow below. Narrowing her eyes, she looked closer. The fire in the pit that had been dug for it definitely held a Fire Spirit inside it. Though what concerned her most was the boy who was laying beside the fire. For some reason she was intrigued by his bravery at laying beside a Fire Spirit. Didn't the boy know that Fire Spirits could be extremely violent? As she looked at down at the boy, she saw him look up at her. Flara was well hidden in the darkness of the trees, but she had no doubts that the boy had seen her eyes, so he definitely knew someone was there. Remaining still, she waited to see if the boy would say anything or do anything stupid.

[Damian]

The boy just stared into the eyes of the spy. So long as the tree-dwelling creature stayed where it was and didn’t pose a threat to him, he didn’t mind its being there. Dami stretched both of his arms above him and let them fall back behind his head. He lay there, studying the eyes that were hiding from him in the tree. The seemed similar to his, but held a cryptic difference that interested him. It could have been any creature, but be it a creature that he had never seen before. His gaze would not leave those eyes. What did this creature find so interesting about him? A calm breeze blew by, tickling the leaves of the trees and the blades of the grass. Maybe the being was cold? The warmth of the fire was enough to draw in at least a few poor beasts that were freezing from the chilly air of the sea. “Do you seek warmth?” Mian asked, having nothing better to do than to talk to what was a beast that was probably unable to speak or understand him. But he couldn’t just ignore the little spy.