No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
Taking early leave of his pre-dawn shift (permission granted, of course), Hector glided inland from the northern coast of his homeland. Eyes rummaged between the shadowy faces of gathering strangers and those he knew well alike, and he made haste towards the gravelly, sandy earth to join in the festivities which would undoubtedly begin at first light.
Tallsun was upon them, and he felt as though he could almost taste the flavour of the hot season; blistering, ferocious, magnificent, as he sucked a deep breath in through flaring nostrils. The atmosphere seemed alive with eclectic energy, the hum of expectation ripe, like nothing seen in these parts for many years. It was invigorating, exciting, and even the giant’s rigid stoicism fell victim to the infectious enthusiasm beneath.
Solid, dusty hooves collided with the baked desert rock at an artful gallop and as his weight piled down from above – powerful limbs began to slow the momentum generated by his landing. Flashing chestnut wings folded together loosely across rocking hips, and vivid feathers rippled and shimmered in the mellow hue of blue dawn. He strode between a swelling crowd, and offered chivalrous nods to those who gave him notice. Clever gaze swept carefully though discreetly between them, trying to discern their place of origin so he might better watch any visitors that were not held in high regard – what a perfect opportunity for spies to slip by unnoticed, than during an open door celebration.
Ahead Hector viewed the sharp canopy of Dragon’s Blood, the heart of Dragon’s Throat and beneath were gathered a few cherished faces. He paused by them briefly to salute and pay all respect to the Sun (this time was in his honour after all), and joined quietly their merriment as sunlight at last engulfed the region. All hail the Sun, he hummed reverently – not one for song and dance like it seemed were his comrades.
A wary eye passed by the gold flecked Chancellor before he stepped again away through the bodies, to continue his subtle patrol. As he went though, he came upon a familiar face (well her horn snared his attention), and with a small smile tickling the corners of wrinkled lips he approached.
"Sia..." he whispered to her along, breast rumbling tenderly. "As if the brilliance of this morning were not blessing enough. How are you?" Smouldering eyes danced fiercely between the soft hue of her pale blue eyes – they were lovely, enchanting, and he reached with baited breath to exchange breath should she allow it.
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