Maybe I will Remember? [Open]

Fearghas kept his eye on the rising dragon as he gained a bit of altitude because he was getting antsy with the trees standing at various sizes.  He kept seeing that dragon gaining altitude but thought nothing of it.  She knew what she was doing, she'd be fine.  He kept circling, enjoying the wind, his sapphire blues tracking the dragon occasionally...was she getting more sluggish?  He couldn't exactly tell, but he kept his wings flapping about as he went into another curve, his back to the skeleton.  As this was the situation, the girl began falling before he could see her.  He took his second curve when she reached her apex, and she began her descent.  Fearghas cawed loudly in surprise, flapping rapidly as his mind began running the calculations.  He needed to be just right.

A quick adjustment and he was gliding speedily towards what seemed to the perfect position.  His talons were extended as they reached down as the girl fell just in front of him, they quite roughly caught her, obviously jarring her and tearing through her jacket slightly to leave long shallow cuts from the rose talons.  Fearghas didn't notice though, as he kept himself slowly gliding down to the ground by flapping his wings to slow himself and the girl safely towards the dirt.  He carefully set her down as he himself landed by her side, cringing slightly at the marks he left that were even lines up her torso.  He focused for a moment as he began to shift back to his normal human self.  After his slow but full transformation, he turned the face down girl face up with a grip on the shoulder, as he crouched low, falling to his knees, his feet down as he brought her head to his chest, her sitting slightly up as he whispered lightly "Wake up now, don't ye go out like me."  

He kept his right arm over the long, slightly bleeding wounds across her torso, his other hand keeping her head to his chest as he waited...She wasn't dead right?  She just passed out, right?  Figures he'd have to save her life twice, and both times he was awfully rough...but what did that matter?  She was still alive wasn't she?  She wasn't even awake to complain, but he hoped, hoped to the cross around his neck and to himself she would wake up soon.  She had to, he wasn't going to be carrying a body back to the school, especially not of the person he just became friends? More than friends?  Whatever...But the thoughts kept racing, what could he do?  The air was quiet again except for his nervous breaths and the sounds of nature, never stopping.

Janya was passed out she wasn't dead. Her chest rose and fell at a steady rate, she seemed fine for the most part. Her mind was stirring again though reminding her of the dream, of the person who left her, causing her to squirm slightly. She could see the dark misty figure moving away from her back into the dark murky water that was clearer in her last dream. She watched the figure walk away as the water rose higher and higher. She wanted to chase him, but she wouldn't move trapped in the same spot unable to do anything.

The girl sat up quickly breaking away from his arm that held her head to his chest, shouting "Don't leave me!" with a single hand out stretched. Tears sat in the corner of her eyes, sadness was the expression on her face but in an instant all of it was gone. Her arm dropped, and she blinked a few times. What was that about? She didn't seem to recognize the slight stinging pain she felt on her stomach nor did she recognize she was being held. She just sat there thinking through what just happened which she wasn't too sure of herself.

Fearghas flinched as she pulled away from him, reaching out and screaming.  What was that about?  Did she see something?  Was it about him?  Then she didn't even seem to notice the marks on her and looked as confused as all Hell.   He didn't care though, she was up and she was alright.  He let out a small laugh as he quickly turned her, putting his wrists under her armpits as he would pull her up to her knees and he would pull her into a hug, a small sigh escaping his lips.  That was too close.

He gripped the back of her shirt in his fingers as he spoke quietly "Guess t'is time ye got t'e scare me, 'uh?"  As if this day wasn't crazy enough, he died, she cried, they had a little thing, then SHE nearly died.  This was insane, he didn't know what to make of the whole thing, but at least she was mostly okay and in his arms...

As arms pulled her up and then wrapped around her, she was brought back to reality. She blinked a few times to make sure of what she was seeing. She could finally feel the grip on her, and the stinging on her stomach. She tried to recall what happened but it was gone. The few moments from before were completely gone from her mind. All she could recall was flying, and the sense of being left, and panic. "What happened? Why does my stomach hurt?" She asked. It seem she had made him worked up about something, but she didn't know what. Was this panic from her dream earlier? Was that shadowed figure someone she actually knew from the time she couldn't remember anything?

She just sat there, racking her mind trying to remember, but she couldn't. She knew she couldn't because her mind was just that dumb, but she wanted to remember. She could remember before the flying, but after that.. it was all gone.. just like most of her childhood. She clinched her teeth tightly. Why did she not have the ability to remember? Why couldn't she remember when she wanted to remember?

Fearghas' lips curled upwards as he smiled, she was okay, confused as always, but okay.  He quickly realized the status of her stomach and cringed slightly...He forgot about that for that moment.  He held the embrace for just a couple seconds longer before pulling away and putting his palms to the dirt and scooting back slightly to get a look at the long thin markings stretching across her stomach.  He cringed slightly at the blood that soaked her jacket slightly, clenching his teeth before looking back to her with his dark blue eyes with a sort of sympathy and guilt, though he still enunciated the story with hand gestures like he usually did when he told the story. "Well, ye were fallin' from really 'igh up, I 'ad te grab ye, I'm sorry about t'e whole...cuttin' yer upper body up t'in', t'ey don't look too too deep, but t'ey're bleedin' a bit." 

He guessed it was better that she only had a bit of pain and blood now than you know, dying.  He couldn't take his eyes off the cuts he inflicted though, even if it was the second time he saved her life, she didn't really owe him all that much.  He got an excuse to steal a kiss but now he just sat there as he looked at the blood still seeping into her jacket from the six cuts spanning up her body...was that fatal?  They weren't deep by any stretch, but weren't just bruises...He hoped she'd be alright but she was probably the judge more than him.

"I.... I fell from the sky?" She repeated, looking up at the boy with slightly shining eyes. "I've never done that before.. as far as I can remember.." She said. "I'm a really good flyer, I don't think I could have done that.. but if you say so then I have to believe it. Well that there is also these marks on my stomach." She looked down at her stomach but she couldn't see the full extent of the cuts. She knew a decent amount about wounds for some reason. She grabbed the him of her shirt and jacket with one hand and lifted to show the cuts fully on her stomach. They were bleeding a bit, but that was normal for cuts. She poked at one despite the stinging, and then lowered her shirt. "They aren't too deep, I will probably be fine if I keep something on it. So my shirt will do." She said. She would probably have some scars for a while, but eventually they would fade. The cuts didn't hurt that bad, but they stung so that was the only issue.

Fearghas let out a small sigh as he slowly rose from where he sat, putting his palms in the dirt before turning towards where he came from, looking to his left at the tree that left him impaled not so long ago.  His sapphire eyes shifted slowly over the large oak before meeting back to the small girl sitting on the ground before him, he offered her his hand as he spoke "Let's go back to de nurse at de school, she'll make sure everythin's gran' an' you're fixed up."  He looked at the markings he left on her for a moment, the blood slowly seeping into her shirt.  It was better than her falling out right?  A small price to pay for being saved, right?  He figured so as he kept his smile slightly forced but warm...she looked fine enough.