09-06-2017, 08:13 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Sleep has been hard to come by since Ciri's arrival in Hyaline. His desire to make sure she remains protected makes it difficult for him even to doze, and so the gilded stallion has wandered, zombie-like, around the borders of his home for the last few days. He would check on her regularly, though not too often that she would find it overwhelming. He is unsure how she would respond to the doting, anyway, considering she had been quite tight-lipped about her attacker ever since he'd found her on the lake's shore.
It's times like these, just at the cusp of twilight, that Amet longs for Tangerine's company. It's been a long spring, summer, and now autumn without her or her kind soul gracing their presence. A gentle sigh falls from the Dragon King's lips as he turns away from the border and begins his descent from the small mountain and towards the inner sanctum of his home, where the crystalline lake sits shimmering beneath moon and stars.
The stallion's steps are lazy and slow as he picks his footing down, down, down... he's lost in his own head, barely notiving the trees or the dirt beneath his hooves until suddenly Ciri's voice breaks through the night time silence. His legs have collected beneath him and shot him forward towards the sound even before he realizes where he is heading. Amet goes without fear, his lanky Akhal-Teke appendages eating up the ground as he weaves beneath trees and shrubs to make it to the lake.
His mind reaches out ahead of him, the internal dampener searching for any use of magic or traits. He can feel the electric crackling and, just beyond that, a concentration of light so intense that his mind nearly recoils, but he lets it reach farther and soothe the two abnormalities as his galloping frame emerges from the treeline. The Fairy had been kind to grant him nihilism - he knows that he need not fear the traits of Beqanna any longer.
Amet comes quickly to Ciri's side and brings himself to a tentative halt when he sees that she isn't under attack, and when he can see that the approaching electrical force seems pleasant and nonthreatening. He doesn't let go of his hold just yet, instead opting to keep his mental stopper on the powers of Ciri (curious) and the flame-kissed intruder lest any of them had been in danger.
"Are you okay?" he asks the silver-eyed girl, blatant worry etched across his face.
Amet
@[Ciri] @[Jah-Lilah]