if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Hyaline is its own world, a heaven sequestered away from the rest of Beqanna, tucked into a vibrant basin that's protected all around by mountains just large enough to deter the lazy or undetermined. It's a brilliant place for a sanctuary, safe and cozy in its seclusion; the sense of security it offers its residents has restored over the past few months and as it grows, Amet flourishes with it. The anxiety he'd once felt whenever the borders of his home were breached has softened into a comfortable alertness that he keeps within him.
Despite Beqanna's winter, the foliage in Hyaline remains full of life. While the wisteria and the cherry blossoms will not bloom for another season, their limbs are still home to countless shimmering leaves that rustle in the breeze fed down into Hyaline from the mountain peaks. The crisp air rustles Amet's mane over his shimmering golden scales and with it comes the pleasant scent of someone unfamiliar mingling with the aroma of his lakeside home. His ears twitch, ready for the steady rhythm of footfall to approach. The Dragon King remains beside the translucent water, a metallic golden beacon to guide Hyaline's newest visitor.
His amber eyes rove the treeline expectantly, a neutral but pleasant expression already smoothing its way over his handsome face. When finally the dunskin mare meanders from betwix leafy boughs and into the sunshine-y clearing, his leather-armored head is tilted to the side curiously. "I never get sick of it," he says of the vibrant scenery with a polite bout of laughter before taking a few steps closer to the Mustang mare.
"Welcome to Hyaline. My name is Amet."
Amet
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