Clandestine-Dragon

An angel, his angel. His angel shouldn't be taking such a risk – she shouldn't be going off on her own to face who know's what. It was too dangerous – what if…images of ivory skin covered in roses…no, it's too thin and runny to be roses…flashes through his mind and his mouth opens to protest. But then his eyes meet hers, such a fierce azure, and he freezes, not knowing what to say. Someone else speaks for him, instead. His anchor. His handsome, powerful, emotionally-cold anchor is the one to speak up. "Why must you go alone, Riori?" he asks sharply, making her flinch slightly. But if he didn't care, he wouldn't ask a

 She had always been fascinated by the mystical creatures known as Whisphirs and the world they came from, Celestasia. Their intriguing and idiosyncratic ways drawing her in like a flame would a helpless moth, had done so since her childhood, where her mother would tell her stories, and legends of the ties between Whisphir and Human. The idea of such a bond, closer than any other on Ruteria, allured her. Her mother had always said though that it took some serious energy to be able to manage calling a Whisphir out into the human world; someone above average. The girl was no warrior, nor was she a mage – she was but a simple villager, dr