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Even Dragons Need a Vacation, Part 5 (Conclusion)

Posted on Sun Apr 21st, 2019 @ 7:22am by Senior Headmaster Absynthe "Syn" Drake & Category IV Dyami Bentley (Tribal: Bent Leaf)

Mission: Every Day - February 2012
Location: Dyami’s Secret Lair
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - 14 February 2012

Syn walked with Dyami and took in the surroundings in the strange, enclosed cavern. She smelled strange flowers, and stooped to allow the cool stream to run between her fingers. The small woman splashed a little of that water at her lover playfully, then stood, drying her hands on her robes. “It’s truly beautiful, relaxing. It seems a fitting place for you. It almost seems a fitting place for a dragon to take up residence,” she teased, grinning impishly.

“Why Unktena, are you asking to move in with me?” Dyami laughed, “Truthfully this place is the place I can most call home. The few times when I have been grievously injured I have woken up in this place. It is how I found it to begin with.”

Syn laughed brightly, saying, “I could see this being a good place for a dragon hoard, but no. I’m not asking to invade your holy space.” She motioned to the strange rainbow colored crystals. “Those are not of the earth, nor of this place. Your Sky Brothers left those as gifts for you, not me.”

Dyami motioned to one side of the cavern and asked, “Speaking of shiny things. Want to see my house? It is where I keep my dragon’s hoard.” Taking the tiny hand of his beloved, he led her to a small indention in the wall and spoke a few words. At the command a door slid open from nowhere, revealing a large foyer of what appeared to be a spacious ranch style house. “You are always welcome here Unktena.” The long haired Shaman bowed and extended a hand pointing inward.

The small dragon woman followed Dyami, an eyebrow raising as the doorway opened up into what appeared to be a house, carved of stone. As she entered, she stopped, her dragon eyes blinking a bit rapidly. From every corner, wall, and shelf magic radiated from some item. Stones, weaponry from days gone by, handcrafted things that she had only ever heard of from legend. “That’s interesting,” she said softly.

She turned to look at the handsome Cherokee man and smiled. “Why have you decided to bring me here now, Dyami?” The ancient being asked, tilting her head to one side and eyeing him curiously. “We have known each other a very long time, so why now?”

“Several reason actually,” Dyami paused before continuing, “First let me say, you are correct, we have known each other for a long time. You also know I am not a man to mix words, I tend to place my cards on the table and allow the chips to fall where they may.”

Leading the small woman to a comfortable couch he bid her to sit and sat near her. “Over the years things have changed since we met and I have not told you everything. I have hidden things from you and I wish to share them with you now. But only after I have told you the first thing and judged your response will I tell you the others. Does this seem acceptable to you?” Dyami waited patiently for her response.

Syn arched an eyebrow again, and she said, her voice soft, “Dyami, you’re starting to scare me.” She laughed a bit nervously, but she reached over and touched his hand as she settled onto the couch and turned to face him. “You can tell me anything. I hope that you know that after all this time.”

The Shaman smiled and responded quietly, “I know, I trust you more than I think you trust yourself. That is why I was comfortable bringing you here. Over the years that I have known you, I have grown, more and more, to realize something that has only recently become clear to me.” The Indian man brushed the hair back from the side of the dragon’s beautiful face with his hand. Looking deeply into her draconic eyes he said softly, from his heart, “I love you, Unktena. And I wish to love no other.”

“Dyami,” Syn said, reaching up to put her hand over his. There was a raw surprise written on her fine features. They had been lovers for far longer than most men could hope to live, but she had never believed that she was a creature even deserving of such a thing as the love of a good man. Still, she hadn’t exactly taken any other lovers since they had met again when she came to the Tower a little over a decade earlier. Even she had realized more and more of late that her feelings for him were stronger than simply a physical connection.

She suddenly realized that the moments had stretched out uncomfortably as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Syn smiled warmly. “I love you too, Dyami. I have never loved anyone in the way that I love you,” she responded, her voice soft, tender.

A look of shock passed across the Indian man’s face before quickly being replaced by one of relief and the joy. “That was very hard to say,” Dyami blurted out. “I mean..” Dyami looked flustered and even blushed a little. “I am so happy to hear that you feel the same.” He smiled and lean forward kissing her passionately.

After a few moments the shaman pulled away and asked his lover with a smile, “Do you want to continue our conversation now or later?”

The diminutive dragon lady’s admission hadn’t exactly been easy either, but Syn readily melted into Dyami’s kiss, her arms sliding up around his neck, small fingers running into his long, thick hair. She sighed in protest when he pulled away, then laughed softly. “Well, I was rather enjoying the kiss, but something tells me that you have a lot that you want to say. We can get back to the kissing later.”

Dyami sighed overly loudly, much like teenagers are wont to do. He laughed before saying, “I do have some things to say. And I am currently holding you hostage on the moon so we do have some time to talk.”

Dyami had put a great deal of thought into how he was going to broach the next subject. The problem was he didn’t know quite how to do it. So he began with the truth, always a good plan in his book.

“As you well know I am no longer the wandering young man that found you in the woods so long ago.” Dyami pushed back a little on the couch and reached into his Dream Bag retrieving a pouch and a pipe. Packing the pipe he continued. “I have grown a great deal in knowledge, wisdom, and power. This much you also know. It is the extent of these and the position I now hold that I have kept from you.” The blue-eyed man lit the peace pipe and inhaled deeply, before handing it to his love.

Syn took the offered pipe with a bit of a laugh. Dyami had long ago proven that the things that he offered to her were actually potent enough to affect her constitution. Shrugging, she took a long drag off of the pipe, holding it as she listened to what he had to say. When he paused, she breathed out what little was left of the smoke, and eyed him curiously.

“You mean that you aren’t just The Shaman of the Nations?” the small Asian woman teased. Syn knew that he was far more powerful than most gave him credit for, and she also knew that it was fine with him that he was typically underestimated by most that met him.

The Shaman laughed, “Actually I was personally chosen by the Great Spirit to be Shaman of this realm, much like Dr. Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme.” Dyami waited a moment for that to sink in before continuing. “But there is more. I spent two years wandering the dream realm, much like I did here on Earth.” The long-haired native man took another drag off the pipe, beginning to feel the effects already.

“Many things happened while I was there, and one of the reasons I brought you here is because, since no one else knows of this place there is no chance of this secret getting out.” He then handed the pipe back to Syn. “Although all the greater powers know the position I hold, no one on Earth, save myself, does.” Dyami chuckled and leaned over. Whispering in Syn’s ear he revealed his biggest secret. Leaning back he judged her response quietly.

Syn’s red-reptilian eyes went wide as Dyami whispered his secret to her. She pulled back and looked at the man that she’d been so intimate with for so long, as though trying to read the neutral expression that was suddenly sitting on his face. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. Finally, she reached over and took the pipe, taking an even larger draw off of it.

When she finally released the wisps of smoke, she looked over at him again, nodding. They had been on a number of adventures together, and the ancient dragon had seen many strange things happen around him that magic simply seemed wholly insufficient to explain. “Alright, that’s a little disturbing, but so much makes sense now that I know that.”

As the offerings of the pipe started hitting her, she grinned mischievously. “So, are you telling me that you can make all of my dreams come true?” She teased, then started giggling.

Taken aback slightly by the giggle, but at the same time loving the sound he so rarely heard, Dyami answered, “I am probably the first person in all of history that could answer that as a yes and not be lying.” Dyami laughed, “But if you only love me for my ability to pull kittens out of my bag I will be very disappointed.” He took the pipe from her outstretched hands and took another draw, “Besides I am limited on this plane of existence. I can not meddle too much in the affairs of mortals.”

“Well, then I suppose that it’s a good thing that I’m not exactly mortal,” Syn responded with a laugh. She took the pipe from him again, setting it on the table in front of them, and crawled into the handsome Indian man’s lap, straddling him. She looked into his eyes and smiled, “You have nothing to worry about.” She gently stroked Dyami’s face, then she kissed him softly. “While your gifts are precious to me, you are even more so,” she whispered against his lips.

The dark haired Shaman kissed her lightly on the forehead before snatching her up quickly as he stood suddenly. “Hey, I almost forgot to show you the bedroom. You have to see the bed in particular.” He laughed mischievously as he carried her quickly through the house. As he opened the bedroom door he added, “I think your going to love it!”

FIN

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Absynthe “Syn” Drake
Wyrmwood
Headmistress, Townsend Tower

U.S. Marshal Dyami Bentley
Talon
Mutant Underground

 

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