Claymore and Dagger (closed)

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"Yeah." Fiona murmured as he brushed her hair back from her face. "Same as the last. I don't want to talk about it after the day that I had."
 
"Invah caught me on my way into the village and told me a bit..." Sam leaned down to kiss her cheek. "I know yer scared, love."
 
"I'm terrified, Sam." Fiona confessed as he explained that Invah had already talked to him. "You have to say no if they approach you. Please tell me that you're going to say no."
 
Sam was silent for a long time. Far too long to give her the impression he'd agree with her. "With th' way things went fer you... You just rode once, an' Dmitri an' Xenia weren't gonna give you a choice. But... I think it'd be good t'learn."
 
"I told them to stay away from you." Fiona said as she sat up and stared at him, stunned that he said that it wouldn't be such a bad thing to learn. "No, Sam. I'm not going to let you."
 
"I want t'do it because it means I can protect you," Sam told her quietly. "Do you think it's any easier fer me when I think o' how you'll be th'only Rider an' people migh' come after you? An' God forbid you ever get involved in war. Ye'll be treated like an elite soldier, expected t'do things no person can do, dragon or no."
 
Fiona stared at him for a long moment, not really believing what he was saying at first. He knew why she was scared and yet, he was insisting that this was another way that he could protect her.

'Go find somewhere else to sleep tonight." She said, speaking out of anger and frustration as she turned her back to him and huffed as she settled back down on the bed.
 
Sam remained calm as she turned from him, and he rose with a sigh. "Goodnight, love," he murmured before stepping out of her room and closing the door behind him. She would hear the front door open and shut too.
 
She was angry over the fact that he left, but she was wounded over the fact that he was actually considering doing something that she knew that he hated. She didn't want him in danger, especially after her dreams, but it seemed that he was foolhardy enough to do it just to prove a point to her that it was possible.
 
Come morning, Sam still hadn't returned, and seeing Fiona emerge from her room alone, Oleg grew a bit concerned. "Fiona? Didn't Sam make it home?"
 
"He did." Fiona said with a nod as she took a sip of her coffee. "I told him that he needed to find somewhere else to sleep last night. I'm sure he either bunked with the drakes or he's at the tavern with Stacia."
 
"I take it young Samuel's in trouble," Oleg sighed, settling at the table across from her. "What has your man done now?"
 
"I've told him that I don't agree with him being a dragon rider but he's insisting that he might try and do it anyway for my safety. I've been having dreams that say that this isn't a good idea, Uka." Fiona admitted, looking at her grandfather with a long sigh. "My temper got the best of me."
 
"In all honesty, little kit, I can't blame either of you. You each want to protect the other, but your ideas of how to do that clash." Oleg didn't take a side himself.
 
"I don't want him to get hurt. I'm afraid his fear of heights will be his undoing." Fiona said softly, setting her coffee aide as she sat back with a sigh. "Uka, the idea of losing him makes me afraid. I don't know I could survive."
 
"I know, dear. But young Samuel will do what he believes is best, terrified or not. And you can be sure that the dragons won't let him do anything if they believe he'll lock up in fear at a crucial moment."
 
"I still don't like the idea." She said, shaking her head as her grandfather tried to ease her worries. "Grandpa walked away from this life and now I think I understand why."
 
"Trust in your dragons, Fiona. They will keep him safe as possible," Oleg murmured before rising once more. "I have a few people to meet with. Be safe, little kit." He kissed her cheek as he rounded the table, and headed out.
 
Fiona sighed as her grandfather pressed a kiss to her cheek and left to tend to his own business. She knew she had to go and talk to Sam and she knew that he was probably at Stacia's tavern. That was the first place she headed when she left the house. She could see Roman and Kennah in the stables, playing with Elin. She just had to gather her courage to apologize for the way she had acted the night before.
 
Elin was all over her father after his day of absence, and Roman simply laid on his side rumbling at her as she chewed on his claws and horns, giving her little nudges with his foot when she pounced his tail. Kennah watched quite contentedly, correcting Elin gently when she got too rough. It seemed her parents were already on track with making her a drake fit for work and riding, and Elin was slowly learning that people couldn't stand up to the same rough play as other drakes.

When Fiona looked in, Roman lifted his head with a soft rumble, standing as Elin tried to climb his arm.
 
"Hello, beastie." She murmured, nuzzling against Roman as he came to greet her. "I've missed you. You're too busy for the likes of me lately, it seems."
 
Roman pulled Fiona closer, sitting back on his haunches and letting her know he'd missed her too by how he hugged her. Kennah drew little Elin back, letting the two have a moment. Elin happily swiped at Kennah's maw, tumbling onto her back with a squeak as Kennah licked at her little claws and cleaned them.
 
Fiona hugged her drake tightly, smiling to herself as he let her know just how much she had been missed. She pulled back to look at him, nuzzling against his maw as he purred and snorted.

"You're a good Da." Fiona murmured. "One of the best I think nice ever seen."
 
Roman simply flopped back on his side under her attention, clearly a little tired after the late night out with Sam, and Elin was soon squirming out of Kennah's arms to come tangle herself in her father's mane with a squeak.
 
"And you are a hellion." Fiona commented as she picked up the fat fledgling, turning her over on to her back and scratching the soft scales under her chin.
 
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