Enya laughed at that. "Why should I? I get to ride the most amazing dragon in the world. I don't even ride horses."
Donovan grunted at that but said nothing. Their relationship was a strange one indeed. They were not rider and dragon, he was not her mount no matter how she teased him. It was not telepathy in the general sense that allowed them to communicate either. While Enya was capable of understanding the other dragons, it was because she knew dragon speech and was fairly skilled at reading their body language. She couldn't connect mentally with them as she and Donovan did. He had caught traces in her mind where she sometimes sensed the clan as a whole the way he could but it was fleeting at best. They shared a connection somehow and neither of them knew the extent of such a bond. Though neither would admit it to the other, it frightened them both for Enya had been born mortal and he immortal and no one knew how their bond would affect them.
Enya seemed oblivious to his thoughts as she chatted with the centaur. Yet her gaze traveled over him and met his own and he noticed again how her eyes had become like his own. Without ever pausing in her conversation Enya snuggled against him, offering what comfort she could and her own mind settled in his like a soothing balm. He should know better by now, she was never far from his own mind.
"I bet it gets very annoying. Although I must ask, how does it feel to have someone riding you? Is it not strange? What about having the body of a horse? What does that feel like?" Enya's sudden curiosity overcame her as one thought cascaded into others. She was still somewhat distracted by Donovan's thoughts but his gentle annoyance flickered through her head. Enya smiled when she realized he was annoyed because she had began eying the blanket again. She hadn't even noticed she was doing it.
