09-12-2017, 07:08 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Curled lazily beneath the ashen boughs of his naked wisteria tree, Amet's golden eyes flutter slowly open, reluctant for his midday nap to come to an end. It had been months since the Akhal-Teke stallion had been able to afford such a luxury, between diplomatic and not-so-diplomatic visits. He sighs contentedly as he gazes over the quiet lake, appreciative of Hyaline's warm climate despite the winter months.
Amet sinks further into his repose, opting to remain upon the grassy knoll for a while longer now that he knows Ciri is safe and making a good recovery. Rumor of Taiga's deluge had reached the Dragon King, but so had the rumor that the former ruler, the white ghost with red eyes, was making himself comfortable in the common lands until he was able to reconvene his congregation. The young stallion holds no concern that his home will be the target for the wraith, Gryffen, who seemed to lean towards homes that appeared much more nefarious than his own crystalline lakeside.
Sighing comfortably, the gilded stallion lifts his narrow head and serpentines his neck around to preen the layered scales at his side and belly, lost in thought and in his mundane task, thoroughly enjoying the fact that he has nowhere to be, at least for today.
Amet
Sorry for the poop starter post ♥