Mine....please answer me....A'mirLoveMine please!

Sayurith fluttered her wings, pulling against the chain that wrapped around her neck. It was useless though, and the movement only proved to weaken her further and add to the sores along her neck. Taking in deep, panting breaths, the Silverlight tried again. Her wings flapped, the long bird-like lengths flaring and folding again and again as she tried to gain leverage against the locks and pins that held the chain to a dull wall. It was too strong though, they had learned in the first bit to be careful.

A'mir please!

Crying a high, whining sound that echoed along the walls in a sort of bell-like chime, the dragonet hunkered low to the ground and keened. She was made to stay silent if she wanted to see Hers, but that didn't stop her from trying to contact the young man. Again she tried, and again she received no answer. It was hopeless, they had been here so many days she didn't even know how long it had been. Or perhaps she had never really been counting and they were still on the same day. Every moment without her rider was a lifetime though.

In another cell only a few lengths away, A'mir sat curled in on himself, his white blonde hair the only thing showing on his head. Instead his eyes were closed and down toward his feet, his face covered by bruised hands. He too had lost count, he had stopped at seven. No one was coming to help, even Keira didn't visit anymore. The sound of voices and footsteps though alerted him to the coming of another. The question was...

.....was it friend or foe?