09-13-2017, 08:08 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Despite his best attempts to keep thoughts of politics from drifting through his head, the Dragon King always goes back to them; Offspring and Tephra, Nayl and Nerine, the uneasy alliance he'd made with Loess. Amet sighs quietly as he continues to preen his golden scales with blunt teeth, the motion methodical and mundane as he mulls over his recent excursions. His time spent in Tephra had proven to be beneficial and had put his mind at ease, especially with what was being to feel like impending doom in regards to Nayl.
When he's grown tired of politics once more, Ciri is next on his mind. The starry-eyed maiden has finally begun to heal, thanks to the red wytch that had come to them in the night. He still wonders how she had known to come to Hyaline exactly when Ciri had needed a medicine woman the most, but Amet has come to terms with the fact that he will probably never know. Some things are just meant to be.
Soon, when Ciri is well, he intends on taking the soothsayer up on her offer and searching for the companions she'd spoken of. The Dragon King wasn't about to ignore her advice after she had potentially saved the life his smoky black friend, and it is his intention to bring Ciri on the trip, as well. There's something endearing about the way she refuses to be doted upon and Amet's lips draw into a small, involuntary smile at the thought.
There's movement in front of him suddenly -- a disturbance in the lake's crystal clear surface that promptly catches his full attention. Amet is swift to his hooves; his ears are pressed forward attentively, more intrigued than alarmed. The disturbance produces a mare (a sopping wet one, at that) with a pleasant smile across her face. Cocking his narrow head to the side, the gilded King greets the verdant creature with an amused smile.
"Will I ever see it all?" he muses aloud at the fantastical trait she'd displayed. Beqanna never ceases to amaze the young stallion, nor just he think it ever will. He regards her silently for just a moment, amber eyes drinking in the sight of his newest acquaintance. "You are the Wolf of the Water, aren't you?" the King questions softly.
Amet
@[Circinae]