if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Seeing the red wytch puts Amet at ease almost instantaneously. She has a safe presence, an easygoing aura that allows him to drop the walls he has thrown up around himself. She has been busy in this den of hers, and the gilded stallion takes a quick moment to survey the trinkets she has collected as she rotates her crimson body to face him. Amet greets her warmly despite his new constant gray cloud, his muzzle bumping hers in return.
Jah-Lilah calls him Dragon-King and he shies away from it humbly, his golden maw tossed skyward as he responds to her inquiry frankly, "I wanted to bring Solace on her first diplomatic ─" he draws the word out, long and tedious, "─ meeting." He pauses for a brief moment, a smile full of excitement but hinted with remorse finding his face. "She will be my successor." He tries to turn the conversation from himself back to her, away from his own wellbeing. It would be a safer conversation that way.
"Enough about me, though, Jah-Lilah..." he lets her name roll off his tongue, unique and warm and calming, "Are you expecting a child?" His amber eyes watch her closely, pleased for the red woman and her lovers. He thinks of the unborn child who would soon be raised by a trio of the best, kindest beings he had ever known. It would be a childhood much the opposite of his own and he sighs gently, happily at the thought.
One day, perhaps, he would introduce the kindness of the world to his own child. But for now, the gilded stallion frowns at the thought, he will need to figure out how to just be enough.
Amet
@[Jah-Lilah]