do you feel like a young god? any

[Amet]

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

The wisteria, with their lavender-colored boughs, are Amet's favorite. He's found a particularly vibrant one on the eastern side of the lake that he can be found laying beneath at all hours of the days, trying to figure out the comfortable ways to preen his new gold and bronze scales. He doesn't quite enjoy the menial task, but the boy had decided that the sooner he got used to them, the sooner he would stop jumping at the sight of his reflection in the crystalline lake.

It's autumn now, but the foliage is still bright and welcoming, making Amet hopeful that their winters will be mild, or maybe even warm. He is content here in the Lake, where it's still warm enough for his liking, but doesn't resemble the Dunes in the least.

It's been a few days since he had seen Iset and, despite his desire to find the young girl, Amet has forced himself to stay by his tree and wait for her to calm down at her own pace. Working on being something less abrasive, at least in regards to his sister, was proving to be more difficult than the Akhal-Teke had expected.

Frustration rises swiftly in his chest, a hot and uncomfortable fireball, and the dragon-scaled boy bounds swiftly to his hooves before racing towards the Lake, stopping only as his hooves hit the waterline. Whinnying his anger over the clear waters, the young boy stands tense and contemplative, his mouth twisted into something sour.

Amet