Fisher nodded, discovering a rock inside the cave on which water droplets were dripping. Beneath the rock, a pool of clear water shimred with faint light, vaguely reflecting his approximate likeness.
It was good enough.
Fisher raised the knife, preparing to trim his long hair and stubble, but only at this mont did he notice a strange line of words engraved on the handle in the Nali Language.
He lowered his head to look, and saw it read,
"Bread"
Seeing this word, Fisher couldn’t help but chuckle silently, yet still lifted the knife to start grooming his appearance.
"Click..."
"Click..."
"Click..."
His movents were gentle and slow, and his thoughts gradually beca calm during this process. Everything around him turned extrely quiet, even Emhardt, bored and starting to yawn, flying aimlessly and complaining about what was ant by "Rafael," the Dragon-man Species, couldn’t be heard anymore.
Until the hair fell onto the ground, only to appear to gain life in his eyes, turning into undiscernible little black insects and squirming flesh, slowly transforming into flying ash, he abruptly stopped the blade in his hand.
Because at this mont, in his Mythical Rank’s extrely sensitive perception, behind him, far away in the distance, he suddenly heard an urgent burst of running footsteps...
Accompanied by a rhythm that could not be captured, the sound of armor against armor, the friction between armor and scales...
He did not turn back, just listened as the running footsteps grew faster, until even Emhardt seed to hear it, hurriedly flying back into his arms, cautiously peeking out an eye to observe the sunlight which seed to isolate the worlds inside and outside at the cave entrance.
But Fisher still did not turn around, only tightening his grip on the blade in his hand.
"Tap tap tap... tap tap... tap..."
The closer to the cave, the slower the once hurried footsteps beca.
As if incredulous, as if hesitating with uncertainty, until that figure saw the cave, saw the figure inside the cave turned away from them, her steps beca extrely slow, as if each step was a difficult move...
Until she reached the cave entrance, blocking the sunlight, a hot silhouette clad in armor, with long hair cascading down and tail upraised fell upon Fisher’s back.
Emhardt swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at the dragon shadow at the cave entrance.
Until she, continuing from before, crossed the sunlight-ford gate bolt, walked into the cave.
That shadow crawled down from Fisher, slowly descending, crawling towards her body.
And at this mont, Fisher slowly turned his head, taking in the figure behind him into his eyes.
It seed like a soul burning fiercely, surrounded lightly by misty steam, rendering her clearly armor-clad body as graceful in Fisher’s eyes.
Her tail incredulously curled up, then trembled like a rattlesnake while lowering down, clinging to her feet, timidly examining the gentleman afar like a shy maiden.
She clenched her fist slightly, the scales serving as a second layer of protective armor trembled once more, as though drawn by so indescribable attraction.
She didn’t wear a helt, the waterfall-like red hair cascading down her dashing armor. On her extrely beautiful face, the expression at this mont was hard to describe, Fisher only felt the muscles near her eyes constantly moving faintly.
Under the bright pair of dragon horns, green eyes like clear spring pools and lake waters penetrated the man’s figure inside, then rippled visibly in layers.
The dragon-man before him was a rare red-scaled Dragon-man; the dragon-man before him was the Dragon Queen of the Dragon Court, resisting stubbornly in the south of the South Continent.
The dragon-man before him was Fisher’s tail-matching partner, Rafael.
"Fe..."
In the years that passed, her appearance hadn’t changed too much, remaining as clear as when she left, yet no longer impulsive.
She slowly approached Fisher, the two separated for so long now eting again, perhaps even Fisher thought it might be a little uneasy.
The longing for Rafael he initially considered and the urgent desire to see her, the words he had brewed for so long seed to vanish into blankness with her face before him.
He suddenly didn’t know what to say, just as Rafael did, her lips trembling for a long ti, only uttering a start of his na.
Damn it, say sothing!
Emhardt, in Fisher’s arms as an observer, having seen his fair share of storms, at this mont looked east at Fisher, west at the first-ti-t Rafael, really wishing to utter this phrase to awaken their dazed state.
But he ultimately did not do so, instead honestly pretended to be a lifeless and thoughtless book, leaving all the reunion for them to feel themselves.
No words were spoken, yet the distance between them was slowly closing.
And amidst this closeness, Rafael’s tail and scales... or rather her soul felt sothing.
Like entering the correct password, her sharp raised scales visibly, shockingly lie flat, emitting steam like a song of joy.
At that mont, all the estrangent and unfamiliarity ford from the ti apart dissipated completely, leaving only satisfied deep yearning and plenty of unspeakable grievances longing to be voiced.
Rafael’s eyes grew acidic, then suddenly dived into Fisher’s arms, as if to sink into his body.
Her tail coiled around, scaring Emhardt into fleeing from between them, leaving the space for Rafael to lean in.
"Mm... mm..."
"..."
Fisher also extended his arms, hugging her tightly, even separated by armor, it couldn’t hinder that heat.
Neither Rafael nor Fisher anticipated that at this mont, her once entirely illusory dragon horns to Fisher genuinely touched his body, forming an invisible bridge linking them tightly where her dragon horn connected with Fisher’s body.
At this mont, they truly resembled an actual pair of Dragon-man spouses, with dragon horns and scales connecting their souls, possessing the love celebrated by the Dragon-man Species.
A hot tear flowed down her cheek, then she lifted her head slightly, touching her dragon horn to Fisher’s face, bringing her proximity closer.
Now she finally felt relieved...
What she sensed now was not a dream, but truly real...
The person before her was Fisher, her long-missed Fisher.
She nudged against his cheek, speaking,
"It’s so good... you’re back, Fisher..."
And Fisher lowered his head, embracing all of hers, softly responded,
"Yes, I’m back, Rafael."
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