[P] if i burn the house down, it will be on purpose.

[Isorath]

Isorath A sweet and lethal fire consumes my soul Is there nothing more exquisite to behold this night, than them? Reunited under the moons banner and witnessed by a creature they are blessed to call kin? Isorath doubted that there was anything more magnificent than this moment happening on this very night. His family is coming to him, like petals blown on the southern wind, dragons migrating to where they find home away from home. Each one that comes to him empowered him further, they are the wind beneath his wings, the fire which stirred within his chest — fierce and divine in it's fury. All of this, for them, always. Isorath would burn the world to ashes for those who are his inferno, who dare to encroach on what he holds dear, who dare to meddle in affairs that are not theirs to trifle with. Tanith's arrival is timely, the spectre who followed in a wake of soot and ashes. He cannot be more grateful to have her by his side, now more than ever. She is another sword in his arsenal, another heart beat, another whisper of wrath and ruin, dragon fire and home. Attune give Reichenbach strength, a part of him mused with breathless laughter, fond and ever so soft in it's adoration. He has invited Dragons into his Kingdom, and one into his bed. "Unfortunately not." Isorath responded with a melodramatic tilt of his head, pale lip curled in apparent dissatisfaction. Her embrace is returned ten fold, as lilac pools held her within their sight, it had been so long after all that they had glanced upon one another. She had heeded the call of the Death God, Tiernar had gleefully taken her for himself and elevated her on high with the other priestess, and he had become no more than a ghost on the wind. A ghost who had been twice crowned, twice betrayed and left bereft for it. "They do things rather differently here, it's not as straight forward as our King's justice, I'm afraid. It's being dealt with, so I take comfort in that at least." The Emissary elaborated with a roll of a gilded shoulder, the twitch on his lips didn't quite match the tone of his voice however. It is bitter and exhausted. "We'll make for the palace, once you're ready. The baths there are arguably better than here, and so are the beds." A nod is given to Gilgamesh, who shifted upon his perch and returned the gaze of the kirins with a breath of mist and then he is gone. One strike of thunderous wings into the impossible night. The Night once again is alive with Dragon Song, but this one is by far a happier tune. It is the song of family reunited, a declaration of strength to those who dared to shuffle along the ruined path. "She will be safe here in Denocte, when the time comes for you to call her back to your side." He knew the pain only too well, the chasm where their bond should sing. The emptiness was unbearable, and he had spent many a night tossing and turning in his grief. Dragon's were part of their soul, and those who had chosen them were even more dear to them. Their strength and their anchor, a shield and a sword. The ones who listened when the world was too loud. He can feel the preen of his own Dragon through their heart strings, glowing from the praise Isorath had unintentionally admitted through their bond, of what Gilgamesh meant to him. Don't get used to it, he rasped at the Dragon. Too late, princeling. "This place?" He repeated with a hum, as he stepped inside and made for the unoccupied table he had claimed for himself earlier. His silks drag an impossible train behind him, and positively drowned the stone beneath his hooves and his body as he settled down. "Novus is what the land is called, and this is Denocte. Believe me when I say it is the best out of all the lands I have visited since leaving home." He admitted with a deadpan expression upon his delicate features. "So much so that I have found love here, of all things." Isorath admitted after a moment. "It is that love, among other greviances, which see's the pass on fire and the Gates closed. His name is Reichenbach, and he is the King of this Realm. Then there is Aislinn, who is the Regent and a dear friend, then myself who acts as the Emissary. It's a realm who prides itself on it's people and it's smoke and mirrors. Vaella and Jude are here also, they will be glad to see you, they will no doubt be glad to fill you in on the theatrics currently happening." If theatrics was the right word for it, Isorath had a thousand others lined up, but none really encompassed how the Kirin felt about the whole ordeal better TAG: @Tanith NOTES: COUSINS UNITE "this here is your speech colour!