Dragons were prideful beings - Amaris, with a healthy dose of dragonsblood flowing through her veins and adorning her hide, was no exception. When the gold and the white rose and displayed their might to her, she reacted similarly - not threateningly, but merely showing who she was, what she was: a queen, by birth, by the scales that adorned her, by the dragon that resided within her breast, who made appearances at times like this, when her beauty and confidence were allowed to blossom and she became less Amaris and more simply a royal dragon. The nape of the mare curved, her chin brushed her scaled chest, and suddenly her legs seemed to float over the ground. The soul-lights that lingered with her twirled and danced, the smoke and fog that filled the cave became enlightened by their existence - they added their own smoke and flames for effects, as their soul-summoner danced below and betwixt their light-trails.

Amaris held little fear within her, for she was a capable being and knew her limits. That wasn't to say she was unaware of the risk this great hulking hybrid and his dragons posed - she merely hoped she was reading the situation right, and that this day within these caves was a time for dancing, for prancing and pounding a rhythm into the earth with their solid hooves and beating hearts. The stallion's pale forequarters gave her something to focus on as he pressed forward, the scales of his dragons shimmering in the low light and giving her another marker to guide her dance off.

Should the stallion find his eyes upon her face he would see a smirk curving her lips that would put her mother's own token expression to shame. Deviousness and delight filled her, fuelled her actions henceforth, at least for this day, she would dance, and live, demonstrate the queenly dragon that shimmers and glimmers upon her hide and within her soul. A gentle song, a laughing hymn, an angel's chime, purred from her throat, for every dance needs a musical accompaniment. With a swing of her tail, her whip extended, its platinum length sparkling and crackling as she gave it a sharp crack. A lightning flash seemed to fill the cave, and Amaris only continued her dance, a dragon amongst the smoke and fog and running water of the cavern wall.

@Abraham

Amaris