faithless, faceless- child at border

[deimos]

He wasn't scared of the dragon. He knew that, deep down, Piers even wanted to lean into the dragon, to call them family. He had only been treated well in his presence, both forward towards him, and returned to the Dragon. And soon, it would be repeated. Pier's ears twitched gently as he stepped closer, the dragon's head drawing near. The word he declared made him relax, made him exhale softly in deep thanks. He gave a nod towards the dragon as his body was collected, the metal warm to the touch, awkwardly so. It gently chinked against the mandibles, his paws flexing a bit.

The fly over became hazy for Piers. The buzzing of the wings sent him to sleep slowly, his body relaxing, almost limp in Astiar's grip. The shifting sands danced hazily in his mind, calling to him, like a siren in the sea. A sand siren. Wasn't that a funny concept? Piers' eyes shifted open, glancing about. Astiar was already throwing a fit, and Piers grumbled gently. He was, at least, appreciative that he was being held close to Astiar instead of a pile on the ground. One paw reached to Astiar's mandible, gently patting it in thanks.

"You can.. put me down." He uttered gently. "Thank you." Piers offered with a weak, sickly smile. However, his gaze shifted back out into the crowd, just as wary and panicked now, remembering his quest. "Ky.. Kydobi. I need him." He begged of the people that were gathering, his paws tensing up and shivering.

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