RP:Remembering

Ameno begins to remember in the form of dreams somone from his past who he can't remember if she were real or not, Trishtar encourages him to find answers.

RP:

Ameno:: it was the middle of the night when Ameno awoke, he looked about the cave for trishtar who seemed absent, but he figured it was a late night snack that caused him to leave. He had managed to acquire some new clothes and placed them on his person. Perhaps he'd take a walk on the beach in wait of his return.

Trishtar would have just been coming back from what had literally been the correct guess, a midnight snack, around the time that Ameno would have been exiting the cave. The Dragon would have been on all fours, just now coming out of the sea in his four legged form, each footstep a dull thud and a slight shake as he stopped in front of the male, a quizical look and a confused snort.

Ameno would nod and roll his eyes planting a lick on the larger dragons snout. "Just a walk on the beach."

Trishtar would blush if he could in this form, before nudging him towards the beach. <Something on your mind Darlin?> He would ask telepathically, perhaps some concern showing in his eyes but at the same time knew that some people just liked to go for walks. At least the wings were almost healed, they looked like that anyways.

Ameno would walk beside him. His eyes following what little light the moon offered. <Yes, I been dreaming again> He would pause, and wait, his stride unceasing.

Trishtar would continue on with Ameno and look up at the sky while they walked along the shoreline. <Dreaming of what love? Also, what do you mean by again? Do you normally not dream?> Matching the draconian's stride, he would await the answer.

Ameno would sigh, <No not often, unless it were a memory, I regard my past with mystery, as I can neither tell what was real and what was imagined to replace the real> he would walk a ways before responding again. <I dreamt of somone, a face, a female, a memory, long ago, a friend I think, but whether she was real or fake escapes my mind."

Trishtar would listen with care as he described his dream, as well as a bit about his past. <Who says that it all cannot be real, but simply from your own point of view...?> The fact though that he was dreaming of another person made him rather wary, as such dreams usually meant that they were either having visions, or that someone was bewitching the dreamer.

Ameno paused it striding in stop. <She was dark, but a child as were I, a monk student she were, I look back on what I dream of her, and I can't find a single foul memory, perhaps i haven't dreamed enough of her, to know whether she was someone I liked. Her colors she were, dark, bright blue, and purple. > he paused, and yawned. "If only dreams were longer, i might know more."

Trishtar would look away for a moment in thought, a sinking feeling in his stomach but if it meant that his love would maybe be happy with meeting an old friend, or something more, all the dragon wanted was for Ameno to be happy. <She sounds beautiful. Who is to say that she is not real? who is to say that there has to be any foul memories of her? Perhaps she was simply the one speck of light in what might be a dark past. Regardless....There are....rumors, of a Vampire...> Here he would growl out the name of that race, Dragon's and Vampires being mortal enemies after all, <In larket, that can restore memories. Perhaps sleep is not needed, but simply a visit to them? Unfortunately I do not know a name otherwise I would offer it to you but if you think it is worth persuing....then that is where I would start my sweet.>

Ameno would nod, and pause, his hand to trishtar's snout, pressing in to his mouth, to coax the tongue, <The larket is where I shall start, if success escapes me, then I will return, but I must solve this puzzle> he would catch his tail, and share the secret kiss between them.

Trishtar would let that tongue out, and lick the side of his face though the act may be comical as the tongue was about as large as half the draconian's body! The tail kiss would earn an appreciative rumble-purr from the male, along with a nuzzle of that giant mouth against the side of Ameno's head.

Ameno would plant one last kiss, before he would walk to the city, his heart set to seek out this vampire, who may yet return his memory of her.