(10.11.2761) Declarations (attn: Deryn, Sh'an)

[Kil]

Sleepovers were easy, it was waking up that was hard. Not like he was *tired* or anything (Sh'an was an early riser to a fault), but *physically* getting out of bed was a difficult task to undertake. Even now, Deryn had one of his arms pinned and dead to the world, and their three firelizards were strewn about like living land-mines. At the slightest movement, Bead began to emit promises of pain and tantrums should she be disturbed. 

The dragons had it easier, draped all about each other in a happy heap. 

Still, he loved it all, Sh'an realized. He smiled dumbly at the back of Deryn's head. He loved it. And he loved her. 

"Deryn," he murmured, nudging her shoulder, "will you marry me?"

Kil

[Rachel]

Deryn didn't hear her name called. She also didn't feel Sh'an nudging her; she was used to Despair crawling all over and nesting in her hair, and even at the moment, Despair was curled into a happy little ball in a tangle of blonde hair and pinning Deryn down. After Irvanath's spate of sleeplessness as a hatchling, Deryn had taken to cherishing each and every moment of unconsciousness. As a result, she slept like a dead rock buried under a glacier for the last three centuries.

Because it was coming close to waking time, and because there *was* someone talking and pushing at her, she did half-rise. Blearily, and without much full cognitive awareness, she mumbled into her arm, "What? Ma- who?"

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