Brothers arrived, much as they always did, together, in synchrony, fire and shadow dancing around one another each one bending to the others smooth gait. Darkened hides moved amidst the shadows with the ease of a lifetime amongst them, picking a path through the trees that would deliver them in haste to the meeting their sister called. Eyes of fresh apricots peered out from skulls stained with startlingly white blazes, as they searched the gathering for the bodies of the souls they were connected to by blood. Firstly their sister, the dragon who heralded the attention of her followers with her smooth tones and glorious ideals. Then their nieces, taking cover beneath the wingspan of the draconic mate to their sister - a silent greeting was offered to the steed, a glance that for once ,held no malice nor disrespect in it.

Then they sought out the body of their beloved one, their sister who had recently become something more. Blood had not officially tied them until quite recently, as the little flicka by her side proudly displayed. Fire was strong in her, evident in her hue and her fearless outlook on life. They grinned a shadowy smile at her companion nearby, running their muzzles down the back of their shadowy sister before continuing on their path. It was not out of character for them to pay her attention, and they did not hide the devotion they felt towards their kin - devotion that they felt now for reasons truly defined by blood, not just by a lifetime of being raised with and living alongside the one who had appeared at their birth, all those years ago, in lands where no sun ever rose.

Attention swivelled around the group as various member raised their concerns, some with the passion in their tones leaking out to be potentially threatening, when the original intent of the announcement was to spread peace and equality. Without question, the brothers positioned themselves before their draconic leader, Madyrn to her right wing, Maskan to her left, each looking to the crowd. They were not threatening, but rather promising, that none would harm their sister, even if she stood before them all as a dragon who could very easily tear everyone's skins off without a second glance. Crowns met the eye of their draconic sister then, bowing to bump against their chests in silent greeting and reaffirment of their position by her side, as they awaited what she would have to say on the matter she has raised.