07-02-2017, 11:46 AM
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]