I Came in Like a Wrecking Ball... [Open]

[Amet]

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

Amet is surprisingly warm in his gold and bronze scales, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't miss the cozy warmth of his Lake. There's a certain amount of protection within his home that is not offered in the mingle lands of Beqanna. He knows the contours of his Lake and can picture them now, even as he travels through the Forest, but it will do him some good to learn the other lands, now that his own is memorized.

The ebony girl turns to him almost as quickly as he had turned to her and he can see the way her bright eyes rove his metallic scales. Amet grins playfully, though he's still not entirely comfortable with the notion that he is in possession of something that could draw such attention. He had asked the Fairy for his dragon scales so that he may officially, finally, totally separate himself from the Dunes, and it had been done - but the young stallion had not considered what would come after

The dragon king finds his voice, greeting the black-and-red girl as politely as he can muster while still allowing his amber eyes to appreciate her coloration and the curious look upon her face. She inches closer, her gaze hungry, and Amet nearly speaks again, but then...

'Can I touch your... scales?'

It takes the Akhal-Teke a beat before he realizes that the girl's pleasant voice had been in his head. His ears flutter and twitch, his face twisted into a confused expression. Beqanna had shown him a plethora of interesting traits, but never had it introduced him to telepathy. After another moment or two, he recovers and the playful smile finds his lips again, his nostrils flaring to better appreciate her unfamiliar scent.

"Only if you're gentle," he whispers with amusement.

Amet