Magic.

Amaris danced with it this day, the magic she was born with, the magic that summoned sprites of light and fire, souls from the otherland, red dragons who flit and flicker about the morning rays that enlighten the entrance of the Heart Caves. Fire has always been a part of Amaris, and she suspected that it always would be - despite being born to the Edge, and to the extremely devout former Queen of the Edge, fire simply flowed through her veins. Because you are dragon, the warm rumble sounded in her mind, as her beloved king interjected on her dance to comment idly on the trickle of thoughts dancing through her currently unconcerned mind. Dramyrth was nothing if not an expert at picking and choosing when to comment on such thoughts that he felt from his bonded, his humour usually dry and somewhat dark compared to Amaris'.

But that was life - without the dark, there was no light, and so Amaris felt she had attained something her mother always strove to hold - balance.

With a smile on her lips and laughter in her heart, she continued on her way around the lands of Helovia's Heart, recalling stories and memories of how it as before it was the Heart Caves, with its many rooms and mysterious passageways. It is with some surprise that she finds others awake and exploring this early - but then her surprise is allayed as she sees the reason for it. Magic, always magic. Power, Dramyrth hummed, huffing a puff of smoke and icy frost in turn, demonstrating just what he thought of power, and its usefulness.

The dragonmare heard the questions that the stallions before her posed - she was yet to see the fire-creature they were staring at, she merely thought the greater flames rising from the Heart signified the presence of magic. But Dramyrth, bold as he was, flew straight over the others' heads to inspect it for himself, with Amaris following a slightly more curved, and grounded, route around the gathered, to allow her eyes to settle on the strange fire-feline. The red spirits that frolicked and danced with her darted forward as well, scrutinising and curiously divining their own thoughts, before all three dragons returned to Amaris and settled upon her back - Dramyrth, very much heavy and weighted, settled upon her withers, while the two reds perched in their strange, warm yet weightless way upon her rump.

"Is there something you need?" she asked, ever the servant of others, genuinely curious to know this creature's reason for existing.

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Seeking:
Magic: Fire x Light | (U) Able to summon 3 small dragon spirits, or 1 royal dragon spirit.
Wishlist: http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=7033
Prior refusals:
1. http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=7980
2. http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=10437
3. http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=23055

Thanks!

Daniel Schiersner @ flickr & larfsalot @ deviantart