09-18-2017, 08:04 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Amet had thoroughly enjoyed the time he had spent with Ciri; he had grown used to checking on her regularly, finding that asking about her well-being was a great excuse to seek her out whenever he craved their conversations. He tried not to mention the Underneath often, if ever, unless she was the one to mention it first, opting to keep their conversations pleasant so that, maybe, she would decide that she'd like to remain within Hyaline when she was feeling better.
He has come to know when her smile is genuine (her eyes crease at the corners, the silver within them bright and welcoming), and while the expression she beholds at his arrival is warm, it doesn't reach her eyes. He wants to frown and ask her what's wrong, but not here in front of Tang, so his excited grin remains as he closes the space between himself and the starry-eyed girl, making sure his soft muzzle lingers against her skin for a beat or two before he withdraws from her familiar scent.
When he brings his gaze to Tang, his grin grows more mischievous. He gives a sheepish shrug of his leather-plated shoulders and tilts his head to the side playfully, "Building more than burning, I hope." His recently-cemented alliance with Tephra has him feeling excited - the possibilities are endless, and so is the respect he feels for Offspring and Warrick. He turns his amber eyes to Ciri so that he can explain, considering the fact that Hyaline's allies hadn't been on the forefront of his mind when he'd found her, tattered and bleeding by the lake. "Until very recently, Hyaline was a subkingdom of Nerine. My decision to remove this territory from that arrangement did not go smoothly." Worry plays at his gilded face, albeit briefly, before Tang speaks of her children and laughter is falling from his maw yet again.
"The King with the Golden Scales..." he mulls over the nickname as a wave of nostalgia crashes over him, of the nicknames he and his siblings had given Him in their youth. "There are worse nicknames, yes?" He pauses fleetingly and shifts his weight upon the moist earth, his hooves sinking further into the silt. "You know... you can always send them to come hang out with Uncle Amet, if you and Warrick ever require a babysitter," he says with a grin, nodding appreciatively as Tang comments on his popularity.
He sidesteps closer to Ciri then, the muscles in his scaled neck rippling as he extends his maw to lip at her mane briefly, his light tone drifting back to Tang, "Keep going, Tang. If you make me sound exciting enough, Ciri may stay with me here once she's healed," the Dragon King jests playfully, though there's an obvious truth hidden beneath the hope in his words.
Amet
@[Ciri] @[Tangerine]