11-05-2017, 02:42 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
He had slept overnight on the shoreline of his crystalline lake in the same spot he had found Ciri last year, beaten and battered and fresh out of the Underneath. Too broken to cry anymore, the young stallion had lain there with his gilded head in the mud and his dull amber eyes gazing out, unseeing, over the moon-washed lake. Eventually he had found sleep, though even that reprieve from reality had been marred by a dream of his starry-eyed girl laughing in his face as she pressed her frame lovingly to Castile's side. A real dragon, unlike him.
The dawn air is cold and fog drifts lazily over Hyaline's lake. He is no longer laying half in the water, awaiting demise, but is instead heading south, towards the River. Bile roils in his stomach at the thought of today's task ─ as much as he wants to find the mare who'd harmed Ciri, as much as he wants to avenge his love's injuries, the gilded stallion cannot shake the flashes of Castile nurturing her, touching her... loving her. Amet had seen the way they looked at each other the day Castile had returned to Hyaline, but he had trusted his akmar.
And he had trusted his friend.
With the betrayal on the forefront of his mind, Amet breaks over the border of his home and spots the River. His nostrils flare to test the scents, searching for Ciri's and any that may mingle with hers, fighting the acidic feeling that rises when he finds Castile's scent, as well.
His teeth clench coldly, but he continues on with a dead stare in his eyes and defeat on his face.
Amet
@[Castile]