Saint has always towered over Tephra. Even when Mother ruled, her heart and mind soared miles and miles above their beloved home. Ever tethered by her love and her magic, though, the dragoness kept her predator’s claws buried deep in the rich jungle soil.
Prideful with a hint of arrogance, Saint hovers lazily over where the Meadow, the Forest, and the River meet. She blinks serpentine eyes and suddenly she is seeing the world in all fiery hues. There isn’t much unusual activity, as far as unusual goes in Beqanna. Her eyes flash bright red with irritation, impossibly frightening with their glow and clear distress. Tephra is peaceful and safe beneath Isilya and Beqanna hardly stirs.
Saint isn’t a chaotic or violent creature, but she certainly doesn't like to sit still.
A distinctly equine heat signature is what the dragon finally settles on. With a blink, she is back to normal vision, and the stark gray and red sparks her interest. Something like a smirk lifts her scaled lips, and Saint begins a purposeful descent. She lets the creatures of the Forest and of the River grow nervous with her direct path. Her eyes stay pinned to the koi stallion and just when her wings will buffet him too much, she changes from her flower covered jade green to the rainbow of her horse form.
Saint’s landing is smooth, practiced. Her face is blank and her head held high. Scales still glitter on her hide and where a long, elegant tail should be there remains a spiked dragon’s tail.
“Do you belong to the water?” she asks from where her front hooves rest just in the water.
—Saint—
into the fray
@[Dace] :-)