What It Means To Date Roanna
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[Roanna’s Pov]
The hike was not as fun as Zane promised. The conversations were great, he asked a great deal of questions but the walking. Dear goddess, by the time we reached the peak I was ready to quit and pass out.
Before I could do that, my eyes caught on to the sight of three baskets placed on top of s patterned blanket. Then my gaze goes higher, and wow.
Zane wasn’t kidding. The sight?
From the dizzying heights of the mountain peak, I gaze out upon the wondrous spectacle that is Soleria, a realm forged by the breath of dragons and bathed in the fiery essence of their power. The landscape unfurls like a tapestry of ancient legends, where every feature tells a story of resilience and domination.
Beneath me, the land stretches out in undulating waves of hardened lava, its surface rippling with the memory of past eruptions. Molten rivers wind their way through the desolate expanse, their fiery currents carving deep channels into the earth, while lakes of liquid fire simmer and churn, casting an ominous glow upon the surrounding terrain.
Despite the relentless heat that permeates the air, life thrives in this harsh environment, adapted to the extreme conditions imposed by their ancient draconian overlords. Here, amidst the rugged rock formations and scorching heat, resilient flora and fauna find footholds, their vibrant hues contrasting starkly against the backdrop of charred earth.
Clusters of obsidian-black buildings dot the landscape, rising like monoliths against the crimson sky. Each structure is a testament to the ingenuity and craftsmanship of its inhabitants, constructed from the volcanic stone that defines the very essence of Soleria. Adorned with intricate carvings and adorned with statues of dragons in all their majestic glory, these edifices stand as proud monuments to the indomitable spirit of the dragonkind.
Within the shadowed confines of these darkened structures, life pulses with a vitality born of the fire that courses through the veins of this land. Streets teem with activity as dragon shifters and their kin go about their daily lives, their movements fluid and graceful, echoing the sinuous dance of the dragons themselves.
As the sun slips above the horizon, casting a final blaze of crimson light across the land, I am reminded of the untamed beauty that lies within the heart of Solleria. In its fiery embrace, I find myself captivated by the sheer majesty of this otherworldly realm, where the line between myth and reality blurs into oblivion, and the spirit of the dragon reigns supreme.
“Wow, this is,”
“I know. Come sit.” I was reluctant to look away, all the pain of hiking here was worth it. I moved to the blanket, lowering my body till my knees touched the soft fabric. Zane opened two cold cans of some sort of drink. I noted that one of the baskets was actually a cooler.
I was grateful for the refreshing drink. We ate in silence. Watching the sight.
“So, one last question.”
“You already asked about everything,” I mumble, and he responds with a laugh.
The sound rumbles. Zane’s voice isn’t that deep, it still holds the youthful cheer in it once he’s not angry. I kind of like it.
“What do you want from a date? I know you’ve never been asked out, but what are the things you like? What would you expect?”
I thought about it. It’s the same with the question he asked me, about my favorite color. I’d never had enough to think of having a favorite of any kind, so I couldn’t give him an answer. I’ve never been asked out, I never allowed myself to dream of going on a date or having any of those sweet things that made people... people.
What do I want?
“I guess, someone who cares about me. I don’t like alot of gifts, I think I’d be overwhelmed, and they have to be meaningful. I guess, I just to be someone’s first pick. Not their second, not their rebound. I want to know what it’s like to be wanted, to be loved and treated like a person. I want all of that. But I cannot force it, and honestly, I don’t think it’s possible for me to have that.”
Zane stares at me, while I look out onto the horizon. He doesn’t say a thing for a few more seconds.
“To be someone’s first?”
“Yeah,” I murmur. “I guess I’m that simple. What do you want?”
“Alot of sex.” I actually choke on nothing, coughing as Zane clutches his stomach and laughs hysterically.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
the food, the drinks, the sight, the company, it’s magnificent. It’s not as simple as most would think. I like it. I guess I would like things like this if I were to date someone. They could write a book on me, that simple yet complex chick.
Actually, I’m not simple in other situations. But dating is not something I’d let myself dwell on. What would it be like if I dated him?
Would it be as great as this? But accompanied by those butterfly feelings people talk about?
I don’t know. And I may never know. But I appreciate Zane for doing this. He didn’t have to change his mind or feel any compassion at all and yet he did. The kings of Draconia are not as cruel as I expected them to be.
Then Zane tops it off by offering to take me for a ride down the mountain. If I could sprout wings, and three tails, I’d probably be as wild as Zane. I’ve never had so much fun.
Today was a heck of a date. Nothing extravagant, and yet it was everything.
I’m not an exciting person, I know. And you know what, I hate self-deprecating thoughts. I want to shove them away and bring back my anger. I want to be strong. So when he dropped me off at the guild, I walked in with a mission.
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