[AW] just don't ask

[Acton]

Acton these violent delights have violent ends   Acton wasn’t surprised by the arrival of his king, but he did cock a brow at the tone of the Warden’s name, ringing out like a warning bell. It made him consider the slumped stallion again – he was still laughing, under his breath and in his spark-bright eyes, but he wondered, too. In his mind, Denocte was doing just fine with an absentee warden, but the buckskin’s mind wasn’t a terribly logical, organized, or safe place to be. With Dusk irked at them (Acton could not imagine it going so far as outright war) and Day always an enemy, maybe it set a bad precedent to have a defender so frequently in his cups. Or maybe it just allowed for other, more creative responses to political tensions. Luckily it wasn’t a problem the buckskin had to consider. He only watched as Rostislav staggered to his feet, bemused at the lack of recognition in the Warden’s eyes (not like Acton had been a member of the Night Court longer than Rosti had, but enough high-proof alcohol did have a way of eroding certain memories). Breakfast – that was a good start to any day, and no part of him wanted to miss out on the conversation that was sure to accompany it. But then there is a breath of cold, a beat of wings, and Acton’s attention is caught rapt by the dragon. He said nothing, just stopped in his steps and stared, admiration etched in every line of his face. Here was a magnificent creature, elegant and deadly and impossible to ignore. The pungent scent of liquor was washed away by a breath of winter and for a moment Acton forgot his companions. He stood below the archway and stared up at the dragon for a long moment, until Isorath’s words caught his ear. Then Acton dropped his gaze, shook his head, and laughed. “I don’t think we have anything to be afraid of,” he said, and cast a last glance at the dragon before following the other three inside. @Rostislav @Isorath @Reichenbach