It was a chilly fall morning, and most creatures were tucked away in their homes awaiting the sun as it was still quite early. In the fog of the morning, a single dragon walked through the street, his body silhouetted by the dim and retreating light of the moon. Fur and feathers tinted a pale grey as the figure unfurled it's wings, lifting and then bringing them back down, pushing the mist like fog away from it. From somewhere behind the figure, a feminine voice broke the eerie silence.
"You are just a bit repetitive in this routine aren't you. Just as well, considering your name."
"And yours is only fitting for your coat color, Sweetheart. Now what is it you want this time?" The figure looked back at his new found company.
Sweetheart huffed at him indignantly. "You are a bit of a pest, aren't you Ditto. I was only stating a fact, not trying to be rude, and there isn't much i could want from you." She shrugged, walking up beside him. In stature there was a very slight height difference between them, but not enough to tell. "But, i am a bit curious....why do you do this every morning?"
Ditto glanced at her for moment and sighed, trying to think about over his words before speaking. "Paradise. That's why. You remember it, don't you?"
Sweetheart glanced to the side, her ears dropping slightly at the mention of their old home. "Yes, i remember. Young as i was, it's hard to forget it, even now..."
Ditto nodded in understanding, motioning for her to walk with him. "Remember, you asked me." He told her as she followed. Clearing his throat, he continued. "Well, thing is, the way this fog gathers up reminds me of the patches of cloud back in Paradise. When i was young i always used to love hiding and playing in them. Back then i was still learning to be social.."
"You were anti-social?" Sweetheart interrupted. "I somehow find that hard to believe."
Ditto shrugged and smiled at her. "It's unusual for a Dutch Angel Dragon to keep to themselves, but i did to a point. I can't ever remember seeing another play around in the clouds like i did. It was nice though. The way i could separate and push them together..."
Sweetheart waited for him to finish speaking before speaking up herself. "If that the only reason you do it though...?" She asked carefully, sensing something else he wanted to say about it.
He shook his head and took a deep breath before responding to her this time. "No...it has a deeper meaning to it.... I know you were old enough to remember it, about ten years old, right? When we were purged from Paradise...." His words caught in his throat as he spoke, though he pushed to continue speaking despite the memories flooding his mind, subconsciously moving his paw up to his muzzle. "Though doing it brings me some good memories, it's a constant reminder that we are no longer connected to paradise...."
Sweetheart moved in front of him and hugged him tight all in one movement. "I'm sorry i asked..." Was all she said as tears began to form in the eyes of both dragons.
Only they and their kind knew the pain of what they'd lost. A memory that would forever be in their minds of a life lost forever and the gap that they could never cross.....



What do you think? Also, i plan on doing some art to mirror some parts of this.
~furryfied