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do you feel like a young god? ivar, any - Amet - 07-02-2017 if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes The day following Tangerine's very real (and very accurate) nightmare, Amet decides to wander south. He moves unbothered through Loess before finding the forest of Sylva, it's autumn colored leaves greeting him brightly. The sun is warm here, despite it being winter, and Amet is pleased that his wandering today has not led him to any place that is blanketed in snow. His leather scales have proven a better match for the cold than his metallic coat had ever been, but the Akhal-Teke stallion can't help that his preference leans whole-heartedly towards the warmth. It's the desert in him. The scent of Castile is present and strong as the dragon king meanders between trees and over-sized boulders, his bright amber eyes taking in the unfamiliar scenery of Djinni's kingdom. At first, Amet had been unsure whether or not Castile had decided to simply take a late night stroll away from Hyaline, but when the dragon-winged son of Nayl hadn't returned that morning, the gilded king had investigated and caught scent of their sister kingdom. Curious. He calls loudly, an echoing whinny, though continues to explore the territory instead of waiting at the border. A dark-colored bird resting in the canopy catches his attention and Amet raises his head to watch it, his gold and bronze scales glistening around his muscled neck as he does so. The bird seems equally as intrigued, its head cocked to the side with beady black eyes staring down at the scaled creature. Amet halts now and maintains eye contact with the creature, wondering how long it has called Sylva home. Amet @[Ivar] RE: do you feel like a young god? ivar, any - Ivar - 07-02-2017
RE: do you feel like a young god? ivar, any - Castile - 07-04-2017 Castile thought nothing of it when Ivar slipped into Hyaline in the dead of night and led him back to Sylva. He had just been there to inform Djinni of the renegades scorching his home. Why was he being led back? To hang out as friends, of course, right? He thinks nothing of it as he follows closely to Ivar as they submerge themselves into the deciduous forest of Sylva.
Since the invasion, Castile has settled his nerves, and has in turn molded back into his typical self. The scales disappeared and his eyes no longer gleamed like that of a dragon’s. He is simply Castile again, a tobiano boy with dragon wings coiled against his sides. His mismatched eyes more eagerly drink in his surroundings this time since he is no longer in a rush. His stay here is more leisurely, more relaxed. Only moments after Ivar reaches Amet’s side does Castile soon appear with a broad smile stretching across his lips. ”Amet,” the boy greets, ”I told Djinni about Hyaline. I passed on the message as you asked.” He didn’t want to seem like he abandoned the mission or that he failed his leader – friend? – in times of need. But then he falls quiet, settling comfortably in this triangle of scaled brethren, curious as to what will transpire. RE: do you feel like a young god? ivar, any - Amet - 07-15-2017 if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes The bird seems to grow more curious beneath Amet's gaze, taking a few tentative hops closer to the golden stallion and nearing the end of the thick bough it has chosen to rest upon. Amet is content with watching the winged creature, though Sylva's silence is short lived as Ivar greets him suddenly, pulling away from a copse of trees that stands nestled on his right side. The King of Hyaline turns towards the younger painted stallion, his amber eyes finding a moment to appreciate Ivar's matte black scales as he explains the bird's peculiar interest. Amet can't help but chuckle despite the reason behind his visit as his gaze turns briefly back to the bird. Its head had turned sideways when Ivar's voice had broken the silence with a mixture of curiosity and alarm, before finally deciding that the acquisition of a glinting scale is out of the question today, and then it is gone with a sudden flap of its wings and the rustle of autumn-tinged leaves. "I've come to see you and Castile," Amet answers simply, just as the son of Nayl also appears from the forest of Sylva. The dragon king is pleased to see him and offers a smile and nod to the winged Castile, who had proven himself helpful and quick on his hooves during the assault on Hyaline. "Castile. I wanted to thank you for your help that night." He is still embarrassed and forlorn, but the gilded king has learned not to dwell on what has already transpired and instead has set his sights on what he can do to assist Hyaline in its rebirth. When his amber gaze moves back to the leather-plated Ivar, Amet's expression is a tad less amicable, but the civility in his voice is unfaltering. "You have always been welcome within Hyaline because of your friendship with Castile, and also because we are sister kingdoms," he says courteously, "and as such, I would have hoped that you would approach me first, had you wanted him to stay with you in Sylva." The golden Akhal-Teke shifts his weight casually, ears twitching more out of habit than anything else, and brings his gaze back to the dragon-winged Castile. "Is there anything that I can do to repay you for your help, Castile? I appreciate your dependability more than I can express," he says with a quiet chuckle. Amet @[Ivar] @[Castile] RE: do you feel like a young god? ivar, any - Ivar - 07-18-2017
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