i'll use you as a warning sign - anyone

[Amet]

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

The faint hint of a snore can be heard drifting from beneath the sweeping purple wisteria, the one near the north eastern side of the lake. Amet leans his dragon-scaled frame against the sturdy tree trunk, his narrow golden head slung low to the ground as he naps. Diplomacy is a tiring thing, the young stallion has come to learn. And it is not always fun, his brain whispers as he startles awake. Amet lifts his head slowly, amber eyes reluctant to open, for fear that someone will notice he is conscious again and therefore ready to discuss politics again.

He doesn't mind it, really. Only when Iset makes it difficult. There's a certain amount of worry that eats at the dragon king's stomach each day, one that can only be subdued by Sakir's presence for so long. The twins have always been closer to each other than any other relationship Amet has witnessed, but Iset's rebellious streak is stubborn just like she is.

Amet sighs and shakes his golden head, tousled mane falling around his pricked ears quite neatly. After a moment's hesitation, a last second to appreciate his brief solitude, the Akhal-Teke steps from below the wisteria, its purple boughs parting around his sleek and gilded frame.The crystalline lake sits before him, rippling quietly in the ascending moon, a comforting reminder that he and his siblings are nowhere near the Dunes.

He shines in the silver moonlight when it's able to find its way through the colorful canopy, metallic scales complimenting his desert lines. The wind sighs quietly, bringing an unexpected scent to Amet. Less than surprised that there is another visitor to greet, the dragon king quickens his pace and moves towards the unfamiliar smell. He finds that he's excited to see who this newcomer is, but there's still a bit of dread that blossoms deep in his belly that the thought that Iset could beat him there. She is often in the peaks, after all.

It's not long before the sound of quiet conversation finds Amet's pricked ears. He nears swiftly, almost afraid to see if Iset has found Hyaline's visitor before he.

... from Sylva, he catches as he breaks through the trees. His amber eyes seek out Iset but find that it is Sakir who has greeted the pretty, lithe mare, and Amet smiles widely at his younger brother. He moves beside the metallic boy and his gaze finds Sylvan mare, who stands a bit shorter than he and his brother. Amet bows his head politely. "Nayl mentioned that we have a powerful sister-kingdom," he says with a smile, "I am Amet."

Moonlight catches Djinni's ankles just right and Amet's amber eyes are drawn to the golden strands that enclose them. "I like your jewelry," a quiet compliment for a stallion so new and unsure in his adulthood. "Would you like to see Hyaline?"

Amet