It’s a summons, one that Dragomir responds to with a heavy sigh and much guffaw as he sets down his afternoon’s work and makes his way from his clearing. Never the most social of men to walk the earth, he walks with all the enthusiasm of a cat making its way to a bubble bath, large hooves plodding with stoic disinterest as others pass him by on the quick pitter pat of trotting limbs. Because of his slow pace, he arrives to the hind of the gathering after most of the others, choosing a place along the far borders of the throng and watching to two leaders ahead of them for the words sure to follow.

The first thing that fills him with deep distrust and dislike of this Seer figure; rolling his eyes ever so slightly and leaning his shoulder into the tree that he has chosen as his meeting outpost, he wonders why it is that Kahlua even needs to ask what to do with Aurelia. It was an easy enough solution to Dragomir – banishment seemed just fine, perhaps even to kill the woman for her acts of treason, but as he watches both Kahlua and Kaj up there he realizes that it is not their way to be unkind, even when the perpetrator is as worthy of punishment as this one seems to be. At least, he thinks to himself, they’re stripping the idiot of her rank and closeness to the Moon.

Next is a rambling about gifts and trinkets, though he does eye the glimmering feather with much awe and wonders if it is truly from the Goddess herself as he thinks it is. Deep purple, trailing a wake of starlight, it holds his focus even as Kaj begins to speak.

When he realizes what is being said, however, his attentions turn most immediately to the King, his words holding much more validity in a mind such as Dragomir’s than the follies of one deranged Seer. It is a story of horror, and sadness, and while the Aurora Basin is given mention as the recipients of the violence, he shudders to think that it had been inflicted upon children. This Confutatis… he would be sure not to mingle with her for to long should they meet in the future.

He does take note of the war damage on the Golden King now, formerly having been obsessed with not looking at Kahlua and later with looking at the feather; he smiles fondly in their discovery, feeling that same sense of pride well within himself as at the last meeting, where Quilyan had dedicated his lives to them. Kaj was there, baring the scars for his family, and it settled well within Dragomir to know that, while his new family was unconventional and surely would be appalling to his sire and early Gods, they were truly bound as one.

What he says next draws the Glazier’s attention even more, his dark rimmed ears lifting and blue eyes glittering with rapt focus. As the question fills the air, Dragomir’s ears flit back atop his head and his memory grasps at the strands of memory that bind the unicorns to Mirage, the words she’d spoken in warning; but there, there was proof in the fact that they had come and not brought danger, only protection against a dangerous woman, that they could change, that there could be friendship where there once was none. If he had been younger, less the man he was becoming now, he would have balked at the notion of murderers becoming friends – but he was that murderer.

And around him were those who had accepted him for his faults, who had seen the glimmer of light beneath the ruddy smut of his past.

There are more talks of alliances, one with a group known as the Hidden Falls and the Asylum in one place (which is an odd notion, truly, that they are so divided among themselves), and then it evolves into promotions of the warriors. He nods congratulations to each in turn, finding great pleasure in the fact that the captains are both equine and seem to be riddled with marks that prove their worth.

Once Kaj finishes his conclusion about training (which Dragomir has no time for, quite regrettably – another thing his father would curse and stamp his hooves over), the Glazier takes time to mull over all that he has been told as the others chime in their opinions – at least those who hadn’t spoken between all of the words said to begin with. One stallion in particular catches his attention, so perfectly worded his argument, and Dragomir looks to the shaggy, male unicorn with a glance that can best be read as impressed.

Swallowing his dismay at having to speak but slowly coming to terms with the responsibility of his station, his adds his voice as a council member to the gathering rise of those around him.

"A trial is fair, as I see it, for the first count against the wayward Seer. It is possible that the scuffle that occurred between Aurelia and the Hidden Falls is missing evidence that she could provide, and surely it will soothe any wounded feelings harbored by the oppositional herd," he pauses, looking at the painted Queen with some pain evident in his features, not truly wanting to vocalize his opinion but knowing it has valid points that both she and the King must hear, "however… to charge her to trial for challenging the Queen is folly, no matter the love you hold for her. Since the early times we have fought for positions we felt we were more worthy of than those who held it. There is no crime in testing ones strength or ability against another; the Queen was not killed or severely wounded. There was no crime committed."

Another pause in his words, a collection of his thoughts before he comments on the alliances brought to mention. "The unicorn makes a good point," he says, smiling apologetically at Ruske for not knowing his name, "we seek peace, and they have sought us out looking for it. By that logic, both the Hidden Falls and the Aurora Basin are welcome friends. However, I have heard much of the Basin that leaves them wanting. What proof do we have that this is not, as Ktulu says, a ruse to soften our defenses towards them?"

"I will go with the others to the Falls, if I am needed," he concedes, not really willing to put aside his work but wanting to see for himself what the duality of the herd meant, "I know little of them as well. But I do wonder why it is that they go by two names, rather than just one… it seems a sign of discontent and a lack of unity, but could just be a strange nuance of their people. It would be wise to ensure it’s the latter; we do not want to strap ourselves to something due to explode anytime soon."

[ OOC: >_> soooo much stuff omg. I'm sorry if its terrible. xD ]