if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
His heart is full.
Finally, there is something (someone) who has filled the void that he hadn't known was there until it was gone. Amet had been so busy with kingdom politics, parties, worries, conversations, private time with Ciri... he hadn't had time to think about Iset and Sakir. His missing family. The Dragon King had hoped that Iset would swallow her fears and return to Hyaline with him. He had given her time. He had given her his forgiveness. And still, she did not return. As for Sakir... his younger brother had remained in their home, at least for a time. But the gilded stallion hadn't seen his brother, nor caught any hint of his scent, since the night he'd met with Jah-Lilah by the glistening lake.
He is curious where they have gone, what they are doing. Amet had only ever known the role of caretaker, so their absence nestles uncomfortably in the back of his mind, but he has a herd and a territory to care for now. He has Ciri, too, the shining brilliance who has filled the void that his family had left.
Amet is happy, leaning against his wisteria tree. It's warm for late autumn and he closes his amber eyes to revel in the heat on his gilded leather plates, allowing his thoughts to drift wherever they may. He hasn't seen his starry-eyed girl for some time, though he suspects she had gone off to adventure, and so he is content to wait patiently for her return.
When a gentle breeze brings her scent to him, the gilded Amet opens his eyes swiftly and a small smile appears automatically across his lips. "Akmar?" he questions softly, waiting for the smokey black mare to pull herself away from the treeline.
Amet
@[Ciri]