He can feel the power in the air, thrumming like a heartbeat. Then, just like that, it's over - he looks to the young mare, half-expecting her to have keeled over with the effort. But she seems fine, and moves to Paladin's side; the behemoth shifts aside, allowing her to pass, but his silver gaze lingers on her with a note of concern in them. He fears the unicorn is faking his sudden recovery; is luring the girl closer to strike like a coiled viper, and his muscles remain tensed in preparation to fight if necessary.

He feels a weight on his back as Cynder lands, flaming tail lashing like a whipcord as she stands to attention on his rump. But, to his surprise, her focus isn't on her bonded; she stares off into the middle distance, refined skull held erect like a guard dog. What is it? he asks her, but her mind is closed to him with the strength of her focus. He follows her gaze and his blood turns to ice as he sees a slender unicorn mare, pale with red-tipped tendrils, and...oh. By her side is a regal silver, and even Tyradon in his ignorance can tell that the creature is male. Save for his grandmother's bonded blue, Saphri, Cynder has never met a male dragon - she twitches and an anguished gurgle escapes her vicious jaws. He's of royal stock, and for a lowly green like her it's like being in the presence of celebrity - Terrador's golden queen, Eridor, taught the then-hatchling Cynder how to conduct herself like a metallic monarch, but she cannot hide the fact her scales are resolutely green and that the only crown she will ever wear is one earnt by her blackened king. In dragon society, she's worthless, although not for lack of dominating on her part. But this silver - oh, he's handsome, and Tyradon's nostrils wrinkle at the sensations washing over him from the force of his bonded's emotions.

She is moments away from leaping from the bastard's back and going to the hybrid mare and her glorious companion - Tyradon can feel her desire to throw herself at the silver, to invite him to play and show that her lowly scale colour doesn't detract from her impressive strength and ability to perform aerial maneuvers. No - you are not some scarlet hussy to throw yourself at the first man you see. You are a queen, Cynder, in mind if not in colour. But his words fall on deaf ears; the jade war-dragon has eyes only for the silver, and with a snort of disgust the obsidian monolith leaves her to her devices. She's been more broody than usual lately, and he puts her interest in the silver down to the fact she hasn't been in the company of a dragon male for nigh on eight years, and she had always considered Saphri like a father. Despite her advanced age, the green beast's mind is still childish, and crushes seem to develop rather easily. Regal as she is, she simply cannot act aloof for any longer than a few seconds, and like an emerald angel of death she swoops from the warlord's back and heads towards the silver male. Chirps echo from her throat as she hovers nearby, flame-tail dangling tantalisingly as she invites the glorious ice king to play - if he will deign to lower himself to socialising with a common green.

The warbringer's own attention lingers on the mare, eyes narrowing as she addresses Paladin as father. Oh, he should have known - this must be Soleil's other mongrel child, the bonded one. Ophelia. Well, crack out the family photo albums, it's a damn reunion. He looks back to Paladin, who, to his surprise, addresses him. He quickly smothers his shocked expression and schools his face back to stone, hiding any and all reactions behind a firm mask of icy indifference. "Aye, I did," he says, because he's nervous for some strange reason, almost as if some deep-hidden part of him still seeks approval from this old stallion, despite the fact Tyradon has spent the last seven years bathing in the blood of his species. He mentions Soleil, and finally the bastard allows himself a small smile; what better way to get back into his dam's good graces than to bring her husband to her? She had told Tyradon not to search for him, but it couldn't be helped if he found the unicorn by accident.

"My mother has been searching for you - she was worried. We should find her, let her know you're alive and well." Despite everything, the demon cannot hide the love he feels for his mother; who knows how long she has left on this earth? He needs to make amends with her, or he'll regret it forever, because her choice of mate doesn't change the fact she created him.