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Amaris
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Nostalgia was becoming a permanent state of mind for the dragonmare, had she been aware of the memories and sensations Dragonmir was reliving upon seeing her scaled hide she would have almost celebrated, for here was one she could share in her past with; here was one who understood, who knew what happened from back then, who knew what it was to live in the family that was the Qian, under the watchful gaze of the DragonHeart, who was by no means perfect but did everything she could in the name of protecting her herd, her family. Misguided at times, perhaps, but one could not deny the efficiency of her methods.
Bending towards him, she shared his greeting most warmly, huffing his breaths in and breathing her own out. Dramyrth, above, gave a mental scoff at the niceties his bonded must go through every time she met another, from simply nodding her tiara to bumping her nose, he didn't understand it. This, coming from one who insists on crash-tackling Vadir every time he sees her? Amaris asked, and was left with a somewhat frosty silence in reply (this usually meant that Dramyrth saw her point but was flat-out refusing to admit it). Though she had not known him well prior, she vaguely recalled her sister having more to do with him, and intended on informing him of her sister's wellbeing (at least, she was well the last time Amaris saw her, though her lands appeared to be trapped in a timeslip of sorts now, so it was hard to be sure exactly what or where she was now..), if the conversation went that way.
She listened to his short recap of his recent whereabouts, offering a small glance of consolation as she heard that he was one of the many who had resided at the Falls, but easily accepting his explanation that he hadn't been there long anyway. A small laugh, her version of a chuckle, bubbled up as he mentioned the Goddess seemingly pulling him back here - in a way, Amaris felt that similar had been done to her. He questioned who was shifting the leaves in the branches above them then, and Dramyrth hastily stopped all his motions, seeking to blend in with the canopy, to become invisible, to erase knowledge of his presence from the minds of those he was not bonded to.
"That would be Dramyrth," his bondmate said, unceremoniously introducing him, breaking the 'illusion' of his non-existence. Though he had been labelled as handsome (which he liked, vain as he inevitably was), he was also in somewhat of a mood, unwilling to soften his resolve and interact with those below, he simply turned into a statue, silent and stationary. "He is handsome," Amaris agreed, intentionally prodding the dragon through their bond, "but also grumpy," she said with conspiratorial wink to Dragomir.
That was all that was needed, as suddenly a great cry sounded from above, and a great many more leaves tumbled down. Then, in a flurry of foliage and golden scales, appeared the great golden king himself, Dramyrth. He came most proudly into their midst, seeking to prove that he was indeed handsome and not grumpy in any way - he blew a frosty fog-circle at his bonded, before deigning to circle the duo overhead, demonstrating his prowess as a perfect specimen. "He was the first male gold dragon I'd ever heard of," Amaris said softly, "though our Seer is bonded to a young one as well now, so they mustn't be all that strange."
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No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
