amaris

dragonborn

Triumph surged within the beast who flew so high, excitement flooding the bond he shared with his beloved down low. The dragons' antics were hard to ignore - they made such a ruckus, with Vadir announcing her fury with thunderous calls and breath, and Dramyrth laughing heartily across the bond (and vocally above the golden queen who chased him), as he blew a sharp bullet of icy frost to take the damage the wished to wring upon his frame, feeling nothing but an air of static rise in the wake of his wingbeats. He sees her then, her glorious, strong, powerful frame rising to meet his own, and he blew a breath of fire in her face before she could reach him, before she could embrace him in her deadly clutches - he had no intention of letting her actually catch him, not this time, not when he had been so prepared for this interaction. Dramyrth learnt from his experiences, he learned well, and he clung to the lesson with fierce determination to prove himself this golden queen's equal - and nothing less.

So as the fiery breath left his scaled lips, he curved his skull upwards, his nape and entire bodice following suit, with the added flare of a powerful downbeat of his wings, so that he backflipped, spiralled up and away from the situation, neatly placing himself behind her. He didn't stop there, however - they were well high enough, even his fiery breath found little purchase in the lessened oxygen, he knew it would not provide much of a distraction, and so he acted quickly with his following actions. He pushed himself forwards again, but downwards this time, wingbeats hurrying to get him to the maximum velocity he could, before pinning close to his body, so that he became a golden bullet (a move he picked up from Vadir herself, though she had aimed her bullet-shaped self at him the last time they met). He hoped to have a headstart on her, to outrun her for as long as possible, though he was under no illusions that it would be forever. Still, the fact was, she was chasing him, and not the other way around.

Amaris did what she could to let dragons be dragons, though her concern for her beloved bonded was not helped when Volterra informed her that distaste still sullied the bond between Vérzés and Vadir. It seemed the golden queen held an extremely high opinion of herself, and a ferocious desire to ensure that all others held the same opinion. Tread with care, was all she said to her distracted king, she does not intend to lose whatever squabble you have gotten yourselves into. The true reason behind this journey returned to the forefront of her attention then, as she watched the news wash over Volterra's carefully trained expressions and heard his granting of her request. She was overjoyed, and relieved - she had not realised just how much she had worried that he would deny her, or otherwise set a price that she would not have been able to pay. A smile, true and genuine, paints itself upon her lips, the sheer joy evident upon her façade. The green spirit that fluttered nearby sung a happy little tune as it danced and twirled around them - Dramyrth would have as well had he not been distracted with, well, royal dragonly things.

"Oh, thank you!" her warm tones purr happily, as she steps forward to bump her nose against his to reinforce the depth of her gratitude. Amaris was nothing if not keen to prove her worth to her herd, and that Volterra had granted her permission to do just that meant the world to her. She followed him, flying alongside him as he summoned the magical fire-wings his key enabled him to do, landing on the opposite shore with a strange sense of déjà vu, for there was a time when she had done such things regularly, when the Throat had been her home - and it could have been her home again, had she deigned to accept his generous offer. Alas, she was a dragonmare whose current abode was her birthlands, and would remain that way into the indefinite future. Though she well knew the way to the Diviner's Flame, she allowed the Sultan to lead her small party there, accompanied by the little green spirit all the while.

Dramyrth, meanwhile, kept flying, and should Vadir follow him, and latch onto him as she was wont to do, he would allow her to, he would not fight or struggle against her grip, but instead welcome it, cling to it, wrap his tail around hers and attempt to fly with her - he wanted to show her, to prove to her his worth, that she need not take either of them to the brink of death in order to prove that she was his better - she was not, she was his equal, and that the sooner she saw this, the sooner she accepted this, the sooner they could work together to blaze a future of fiery, frosty and electric terror, the sooner they could coexist and dominate the world together. As his bonded and her equid company arrived at the holy heart of the Throat, he maintained a link with her always, but unless he was direly needed, he was otherwise preoccupied.

"I hope all else in the world of Volterra is well?" Amaris enquired, suddenly recalling the curiously large number of young colts and fillies she suspected he was the sire of, with at least one of them confirmed. It didn't bother her, for she was oblivious to such desires of reproduction - she enjoyed the company of children, she enjoyed their innocent curiosity and happily gave them whatever knowledge of the world they asked of her, but she was decidedly not a mother, having never thought of herself as one nor found a male who stirred such carnal desires to a suitable level to her. Did she think of it, at all? Perhaps, but then, she was also a golden dragon-queen, bonded to a golden dragon-king - perhaps the role was already fulfilled in all ways bar the physical duties. Perhaps her apparent asexuality was indeed caused by her bonded, her view that she need not seek out a mate, or anything like a mate, for she had everything emotionally her heart needed to fulfil that role already. While Amaris was oblivious to such things within her own perspective, she was not blind or ignorant to them occurring in those around her - and Volterra was her friend, she wanted to show her support and happiness for his situation, if indeed it was a situation he wanted to be in (though how could it not be when the act of child-making was rather a deliberate one). The dragonmare offered a small knowing smile as they walked across the sandy dunes towards the pillar of fire together, wondering at just what the Sultan would offer in response to her query.

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