Forevermore

Summertime. That time of year when the sun caused unbearable heat and the beaches were packed, when dragons of all colors, shapes, and sizes would flock to get a chance to cool off. Some dragons did have it worse than others. Take Crimson, for example. The BekeWing was furry with thick fluff that caused the heat to make her temperature skyrocket. The purple furred dragon ducked into the shade of a nearby canopy, her dress standing out against her. She was awaiting Styx. The two had written many correspondence to the other BekeWing, the two having discussed meeting. They agreed on where to meet; they were to meet at the award-winning botanical gardens. Styx was on her way, her grey and golden wings beating in the scorching heat. She was on fire, her fluff not making things enjoyable. She carried a basket in her claws, caneering down from the sky to land next to Crimson.

”Crimson,” greeted the grey royal BekeWing. “How are you on this fine yet unbearably warm summers’ day?” Crimson looked over at the other dragon, energized by her appearance. 

”Rather well, but I can’t take this heat much longer.” confessed Crimson. “It is quite terrible.” The other dragon nodded her agreement. 

Styx swished her tail to beckon Crimson, the two walking into the gardens. Crimson's yellow dress looked fashionable on her. “That dress looks marvelous on you.” said Styx, leading the other dragon through the plants and flowers. Crimson blushed, following in step with Styx; the two seemed like one dragon.

Styx paused and pointed at a beautiful pink and purple flower, picking one. She offered it to Crimson as she said, “A dragon like you deserves such a beautiful flower.” Crimson was once more a flustered mess, the flower being tucked right into her fluff. 

Crimson stumbled on her words. “I-I think eat we-” Styx laughed in amusement, the other dragon was so flustered she couldn’t speak properly. “There.” Crimson just gestured to a spot located opposite them in a field of grass with sunflowers turned towards the sun. Styx quickened her pace and hurried to go sit in the spot before anyone could beat them to it.

The other BekeWing sat down next to her, curling her tail over her feet. “What’d you bring?” asked Crimson, tilting her head. Digging through the basket, a platter of various fruits was in front of them. “I also bought your favorite drink,” Styx handed Crimson some booze, a higher and more expensive one. There was also some cooked bison in the basket; the two adored its meat. 

They divided up the food, taking what they wanted. Fruits were harder to obtain- as was the booze they drank- but with Styx being royal, it was easily obtainable for them. They ate and drank in the gardens, admiring the multitude of colors the plants had. Styxs’ wing came out and rested on the other dragons, no longer hidden away as it had been. The movement made Crimson surprised and slightly flustered, for she hadn’t anticipated it. She felt herself edge into the touch which was so gentle and soft and genuine. To feel for another Beke, more importantly another female one, it was risky for Styx but she didn’t care. She knew she had a reputation to uphold, an honor. Crimson was worth giving that up for.

The two were quite the interesting pair. Styx, who adored poetry and jewels and Crimson, the rancher who only wore her dress when with Styx. Crimson ate the fruit, drank her drink, all while laughing and listening to exaggerated tales of things Styx had /definitely/ seen with her own eyes. By the end of the tales and the conclusion of their meal, they were laying close to each other on the grass, stomachs up to the sky. Of course, it was still ridiculously hot out, but a light dusting of clouds covered the sun. Styx was laughing at the story Crimson now told, a real and true guttural laugh. The twos tails entwined together, feathery wings picking up dirt. Those beautiful flowers, the ones in Crimsons’ fur and the ones nature provided, they looked so perfect around the two BekeWings. 

Finally, the two grew sick of lying in the dirt. They packed up, Styx grabbing the basket again. The two flew from the gardens, laughing in the air as the breeze ruffled their fur. The two flew through the warm air, the blue sky, all while their laughs echoed in the breeze. Their flight concluded at the ranch which Crimson called home.

Styx took the other BekeWings talons in her own and looked at her, tail swishing on the ground. “Hey, Crimson?” she asked. “Can I tell you something?”

Crimson nodded. “Of course.”

Styx chuckled. “I care you.”

Crimson blushed and looked at the ground. “I care you too, and will forever.”

At the same time, they spoke. “Forevermore.”