He is returning from elsewhere, just crossing the invisible border of Hyaline when his fluttering nostrils find the scent of Iset. Oddly close to the border, aren't you, Iset? he questions internally, a small twitch of his lip betraying his own private amusement. The young girl doesn't act the part of the diplomat, doesn't even pretend to want to, but somehow she and her fiery personality consistently end up in the conversations and meetings that Amet would whole-heartedly consider important. It keeps him on his figurative toes and his blood pressure high.
His golden frame moves easily across the broken shale mountain, just beneath the summit, where the wind isn't entirely terrible. He doesn't come up here often, instead opting to leave the peaks to Iset and Tang, who have both taken a liking to their privacy. The only time Amet truly wanders through and over them are when he is leaving for or returning from the common lands. He even allows most visitors to pick their way down the mountain trail to the center of their home, where they can gaze upon the beautiful crystalline lake before he greets them.
The dragon king hums quietly while he hunts for Iset, his amber eyes roving the scenery around him as he wanders, neither urgent or sloth-like. When he does, finally, find the metallic filly, Amet is surprised to see that she is not alone, and he silently scolds himself for not noticing the unfamiliar scent. Today, it seems that he is safe from the consequences of his mistake, but perhaps someday there would be reason to be so diligent.
It doesn't matter. I'll go.
His ears prick at the words, a frown befalling dark lips. "Wait!" he calls to the silver black filly as he decelerates and finally halts next to Iset. Amet's amber eyes are drawn to the spikes that protrude from her skin, skipping from the large ones on her face to the smaller ones at her shoulders and back. He, despite his own gold and bronze dragon scales, is still not used to the unique creatures that Beqanna has a knack for creating.
"Please, don't go," he says warmly to the filly as he bumps a shoulder gently into his sister's, "My name is Amet. My sister forgets that we are trying to welcome visitors to Hyaline. She likes to show-off that she has perfected scaring them away." He's feeling a little bit too happy and a little bit too fatigued to give Iset his usual speech today, and when he turns his gaze upon her, the dragon-boy winks uncharacteristically.
@[Antonia] @[Iset]