DRAGOMIR

The call of his Queen sounded loud as it struck across the cherry bloom island, the young stag lifting his head from his place beneath one such trees boughs where he had been nibbling on the grasses and fallen petals, pungent in both scent and taste. A long, fulfilling stretch sweeps through him in the moments before he answers, shaking his head vigorously before cantering off toward the black, glass marked tent where he supposes she is calling from.

He wonders how many of his herd had made it to the floating isle if Kahlua is calling them all while here. But as he approaches the tent, taking in the small collective of fellows that have come (and it feels good to him that he knows each of their names when he had once known next to no one) and smiling with a gentle nod of greeting towards each. While some people gathered alongside those of like minds, Dragomir was raised to seek out similar bodies – and so he skirts in front of Nasreen who has positioned herself just behind Cheveyo, to stand alongside the painted mare.

A friendly smile is shot towards her as the Queen’s question flickers out towards them, resolving for the stallion that this is not a traditional meeting and rather one which indulges Kahlua’s need to know – and its not like he could blame her. The isle was fascinating, if only for the fact that it flew.

No one else seemed to know anything either, judging by the level of silence that surrounds them, and his smile grows all the more full of laughter at the notice of it. The Queen, ever eager for the life that this land gave her, was perhaps too much so – now that he’d been standing here a while, he couldn’t help but notice that Cheveyo wasn’t as heavily scented of the island as himself or the painted ruler of the Edge, and so he can quickly deduce why.

Setting aside his emotional frustrations with the Queen for now (because moping does nothing and being bitter won’t lend him her heart), he does chip into the conversation so she doesn’t feel foolish – even if, at times, she is. "Dunno if its really worth mentioning or if anyone else shares my viewpoint," his deep bass resonates out towards his few comrades who have come already, "but this place has a… calm feeling to it. As if it has always been peaceful here, and always will be."

It also felt like the Gods were watching them, actively, more so than on the mainland, but that was something he kept to himself - mostly because it made him very, very uncomfortable.

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