06-25-2017, 12:16 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
| pre-hyaline attack |
He's feeling lazy in the summer heat, stretched out in the middle of the field that sits between the lake and the colorful forest. A gentle breeze draws cool air from the shale mountain peaks and feeds it occasionally into the basin of Hyaline, but the reprieve is barely noticeable where Amet has lain his leather-plated frame on its side. The noontime sun threatens to shine through the stallion's closed eyes, painting pink on the inside of his eyelids, and the lush grasses tickle at his underbelly. Amet can feel the heat through his bronzed scales, but it brings no discomfort to the boy, who has always been a fan of the warmth.
His scales have proven, too, that they are better than a fur coat in temperatures like this.
Despite his folded lids, the dragon king is nowhere near sleepy. His ears still twitch to respond to periodic sounds within Hyaline, nostrils fluttering and flaring instinctively to inhale the familiar scents of his home. All feels right, but the dragon king knows it is not, and there is a conversation that he has put off for far too long under the guise of diplomatic duties and summertime fun with Tangerine.
It's nice to have Sakir in Beqanna, and now safe, in Hyaline. And while Amet wishes they could play the part of a happy family, there is only so much time he can stand to act the part without confronting the worry that sours his stomach. He and Iset had been able to hash out the majority of their unspoken words when he first found her following after him, but his reunion with Sakir had been different and riddled with worry for his well-being.
A gentle sigh escapes Amet's lips as he readies himself to stand, the sound of approaching hooves lost on him as he rocks himself to his hooves. The dragon king pivots, his lean legs squaring themselves beneath his gilded frame. Sakir's narrow metallic frame glistens in the sun as he nears and Amet offers his younger brother a small smile.
"I was just about to come find you, Sakir," he greets the boy with a gentle bump of his muzzle, "I think I've put our conversation off long enough."
And, hopefully, they will be able to conclude it before Iset and her fiery temper find them.
Amet
@[Sakir] ♥