02-12-2019, 08:06 PM
don't get cut on my edges ─
I'm the king of everything and oh my tongue is a weapon
I'm the king of everything and oh my tongue is a weapon
He is renewed.
It shows in the energetic tilt of his walk and the attentiveness of his ears. Bright fire gleams in his molten amber eyes, lit from within at this opportunity handed to him but Solace and Kagerus. His return to Beqanna had been enough to satiate his homesickness, but still there was a love for Hyaline that grasped tight at Amet's heart and refused to let go. He had decided that he could, and would, happily live within the sanctuary territory that he had founded with his sister ─ but now simply a diplomat, a friendly recruiter, a familiar face.
The Caretakers of the Sanctuary, the eastern kingdom, had different ideas in mind for him. And for that, his gratitude knows no bounds.
So it's with reborn vigor that he concludes his nighttime journey back to Hyaline from Silver Cove, moonlight dancing on the gilded scales of his back as he moves swiftly between scattered trees and into various minuscule clearings. Towards the lake he moves, knowing that the branches of his favorite wisteria sway heavily with fragrant blooms and await the soon-to-be sleeping dragon.
But as a gentle breeze coaxes his attention towards it, Amet realizes that he had other plans before he can force himself to sleep and wait for the rosey-fingered dawn that signals a new day for him to introduce himself to Kensa and then travel to the Field for a day of recruiting.
Crevan.
The scent is vaguely familiar, but it's enough to jog his memory of the wolf. It all comes back to him in a tide as he adjusts his path to head in the direction of the canine ─ Circinae, Jah-Lilah, Canaan... So much had happened before he had disembarked from Beqanna. And while nearly seven years had come and gone, he's still uncertain how the wolf-shifter will receive him.
"Welcome, Crevan," he calls to the wraith-wolf as his pale coat comes into view. Amet's ears remain pricked forward as he pulls his own dragonhide frame to a halt to regard the man of his past with a polite smile and, admittedly, taut muscles. "Surely you didn't venture here just to welcome me back to Hyaline."
- Amet -