do you feel like a young god? ivar, any

[Castile]

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.