As she sat by the placid pool listening to the birdsong accompanied by the soft shush of the grass and leaves, she became aware of her loneliness. She brushed her hair back from her face tucking it behind her ear. The luxuriant golden curls fell to her smooth bare buttocks. The Dragon watched her attentively, reading every nuance of her body. He held his breath unconsciously, not wanting to disturb her reverie. Then his heart clenched as he saw the first teardrop she ever shed slip past her lower eyelid. It slid down her fascinating nose, so delicate and petite, running past the corner of her rose blushed lips. His focus now on the soft curve of her chin as the tear fell from it to drop into the pool. The ripples expanded outward as they both stared at her reflection. …show more content…
He could see her thoughts of the man; taste her desire for him to hold, comfort, and see her. Her raw emotions were an intoxicant, and he lost himself in his visceral reaction to seeing her sad for the first time. Her need for physical comfort was a palpable aphrodisiac to him. His Dragon sight allowed him to witness the magic penumbra of her aura as it pulsed between a brilliant light and inky darkness. "Why does he not see me as you do? I am no more than a fixture in the garden, he knows me not at all. You and I have spent countless days sharing; yet, he barely utters my name. When he speaks to me, it is to list his experiences, thoughts, and feelings. Then he wanders off without even enquiring about my well being, much less my thoughts and feelings. What purpose do I serve him? Have I done all of this work on myself for