This Isn't A Choice {open to all}

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"We have to go back sometime, Herion." Anira explained quietly to him, poking at the remaining bits of a trodden flame rising up from the fireplace. The sharp flickering of the flame cast many beautiful shades of violet into her ebony locks, giving her a mysterious demeanor. Her odd optics scanned the local surroundings, at ease with the place the two had chosen to hide out from the causalities of the world. It wasn't much, more of a mere shanty tent, an overused fireplace, and a supply room where they kept each day's catch; however, they called it home. It was just like old times for the two, during the beginning of their vast journey.

"I know, Anira. It's just, I don't want to lose you again." Herion admitted through their telepathic connection, his purple snake eyes drifting towards the ground. The two had left for good reason. I mean, Anira being kidnapped multiple times by the Empire, getting her memories wiped, and even pledging allegiance to Galbatorix, all in just a mere six months. All of it, was just too much.

She quietly sat back, using an old pillow to support her head. Gazing up at the stars, she recognized quite a few of the constellations, making her connect the dots to herself for amusement. It wasn't much, but the Hadarac Dessert was always a place that Herion wanted to live. The warmth did him well. Besides, nothing has bothered them thus far. What could be the trouble? Sure, someone might wander along sometime, but Anira could easily take away their memory of ever seeing them.

Herion had grown quite a bit since they had left unexpectedly during the late hours of the night. To Anira, he was just plain huge now compared to when he was a wee baby. It seems both of the two have grown, together. Herion's violet texture, replaced with darker stripes along his back down to the tip of his tail, had turned into a more dim color as he grew. He matched Anira more clearly now, except for his large size anyway. Herion had grown to be about the size of a small castle. Large, though there was, of course, others much larger.

We can take care of ourselves. She transmitted through, brushing the tips of her fingers along the hilt of Orchid quietly. No one can find us here, and besides, we'll go back and visit Aysten, Vlaer, and Nepherion soon enough.

Alright, young one. He agreed, reluctantly to her decision. Yes, he wanted to go back. He had made good friends with Nandon's dragon, and maybe even taken a liking to the fair beast. It was a matter of each other though, not the other's love life. Herion shuffled his position a bit to the left, trying to make more room for himself in the cavern. He was almost outgrowing the place as we speak. That was an obvious sign that the two should be setting off soon.

"Tomorrow then?"
"Tomorrow, agreed."