Scorch, Dalten, Ea;

[Tiphon]

We danced with monsters through the night Time is ticking. Tiphon never tried to get the throne; it fell into his lap one day. He isn't king material and never has been. He is more of a guardian than anything else. It leaves him anxious to resign, but he can't until his unfinished business has been dealt with accordingly. With the days slimming down to his resignation Tiphon doesn't busy himself with slow travel across the hills and rivers cutting between the Dale and Jungle. The jagged mountain peaks that reach into the clouds aren't enough to hinder the angel king as he lets his body dissipate into nothingness. It's only when he is at the Jungle's edge that he materializes again. A single note rings out: her name. "Scorch!" The years have slipped by, it seems, and the children haven't yet arrived to the Dale. He has been waiting, but with some consideration he has decided to retrieve them. Additionally, he has a proposal for the fiery Khaleesi. Knowing that it won't be long until she arrives, Tiphon doesn't bother to occupy himself. At the Jungle's border he stands as still as a marble sentinel. The molten gold of his eyes stare fiercely through the thick umbrage and underbrush. His ears listen and his senses are alive with the rustling of the world around him. Tiphon infection and starlace

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