you should see me in a crown; your silence is my favorite sound
His chest was feeling tighter and tighter. It was so uncomfortable and it pushed a scowl into his young dragon face. He stared at the ground as he followed them, trailing at a distance and only occasionally glancing up to see that he remained true to course. It wasn't necessary. He already knew he was. He could smell it clearly.
He followed his baby sister and her mother. Father was gone again, and they didn't seem headed back to the cold place he'd grown up in thus far. He missed his spotted woman and wondered why she wasn't here with them. He wondered why they'd had the terrible adventure to the island and now to another new land. He was deeply confused and didn't understand any of it. He wasn't even sure if he was meant to follow them or not. If they were headed to Dad or not.
But he did anyway. Because what else did he have?
Besides, she didn't chase him away and she absolutely knew he was following.
He'd never felt so outcast as he did now though.
Dad was here, so he'd chosen correctly. The moment he caught his father's scent he peeled away from... his family? The strangers. He should probably take some space. He wasn't sure he had a place here. Were they even staying or were they just leaving again soon? He didn't know. Father would tell him perhaps when he had a moment. Maybe he would teach him more things.
His lithe, gold-gray body flopped to the ground with a huff, his muscles still tense in this strange land. It was an odd day. This was not what they usually did when Father took him out. Hunting, yes. This, no. It had been just him and Father before. Dad left sometimes, and these people must be part of what he'd leave for, but he still didn't know where he fit into it now that they were all in the same place. But it was fine. Dad would find him when he was done settling whatever he was settling. He just had to sit tight and learn patience.
He was Dragonborn. He didn't know patience.
His head lifted and he rolled a knot out of his shoulder, webbed wings flaring out as he twisted his neck this way and that then gave a good shake. Hmm. Slightly better. It would do for now, he decided, and he sighed heavily and looked around. There was an odd taste in the air here. Strong emotions, maybe. A touch of fear; he knew that one. But so many other emotions too. Some sort of glee over there, some sort of caution or wariness in another direction. Many others he didn't have names for. This place was even more confusing than the last one. Does their presence always cause this wherever they go?
He grunted to himself. He'd have to think on that, test it out sometime. At least for the moment though, he was just going to lay his thinly-armored cheek in the dirt just like so, and breathe out another sigh. And wait.
Gilt
@[Raul]
the gilded stormdragon