YCH from the talented  morgdl!

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In the vast and resplendent hall, I would normally have felt unwelcome. The shining marble floor contrasted heavily with the grit and soil that was usually at my feet, the gentle string music drifting through the room a stark difference to the chaotic yells and clashing of metal. But there, beyond the meaningless silhouettes of attendees, bathed in the light of the moon, she stands. I walk through the crowds, utterly ignorant of their faces and voices. Even the music fades, giving way to only the sound of my own claws tapping across the floor. Here, I am no warrior. Here, I am just another dragon. She looks up at me and smiles. She is exactly as I remember her - except perhaps even more fair than before. I take her hand in mine, and I want to tell her everything, but the words stick in my throat. But she gives me the feeling that I need say nothing. She knows. She always knew.

I fold my other arm around her back, and she gently leans into me. And we dance. Everyone else in the hall forgotten, their faces blank and meaningless to the both of us. The ray of moonlight shining upon us grows larger, brighter, until even the room itself is gone, and we waltz across a shining golden void, just me, her, and the music.
"I have missed you," I say. "You never left my thoughts." She says nothing, only looking down as her smile widens. Her head nestles underneath my chin, and I hold her there. "Whenever I spar, it is the sound of your cheering voice that inspired me to victory. Whenever I fall, it is your healing hand that guides me back to my feet."

My voice is so quiet, so quiet that I wonder if she can even hear me. Her hand squeezes mine. The music begins to soften, the bright void darkening. My heart skips a beat. It will be over soon, but still she says nothing.
"Mahra, I..." I hold her closer. "I always loved you, Mahra. You always gave me strength. You still do. I'm sorry I never told you. I'm sorry for all the time we missed..."

She pulls away, ever so gently, but still looks at me with that warm smile. Her lips move, but her voice is such a whisper that I cannot make out any of it. The music grows even quieter, now. She stops talking, and though no words reached my ears, she continues to hold me, and we continue to dance and sway across the void. The void which gives way more and more to blackness.

"I'm sorry I left it too late for us," I whisper.

The dream is gone, but still I feel us sway together, still I feel her close to me, and I lose myself to the feeling, desperate not to open my eyes.