[AW] just don't ask

[Isorath]

I S O R A T H — and I sank beneath the amorous sadness of night. Isorath cannot hide the blooming pride Aether's appearance has on the rest of them, his own gaze is drawn back to the magnificent creature, allowing a smirk to dance sharply upon his scales features. Aether too, seemed all too aware of his effect among Isorath's company, the mental preen is enough a indication as any. The dragon's scales and frills ripple and raise beneath the awe-inspired gazes, his wings lifted and outstretched toward the morning rays in a proud, regal display. 'Show off' Isorath's off-handed comment drifted between them like lazily curled smoke, to be swatted away by the Dragon's exhaled snort. The brush of Reichenbach's velvet muzzle pulled him from his thoughts, the tenderness of it caused his skin to flush beneath his porcelain fur. Such affection had been so absent from his life, that his heart gave a pitiful thump when the King drew away. Fleetingly, his telekinesis reached out to tug playfully at the Monarch's shadowy locks before he caught himself. "A companion yes. We Taeryn's built a whole civilization based upon our bond with Dragons, and our capability to fight alongside one another. If it comes to it, I will not hesitate to set him loose." Isorath elaborated with a tilt of his head, before he too followed the faint tendrils of warmth until they were enveloped by it. It had been something he had pondered on his midnight flight from Terrastella, should things devolve to a state where mere words alone would not suffice. But, he could muse over that at a later date. Instead, he lapsed into a comfortable silence, his body easily gliding alongside Reichenbach's. Content to let the conversation drift to where the Warden had disappeared to, something which he listened to with a keen interest. "At least you managed to make it back, I don't know many stallion's who can do that." Isorath mused, electing to ignore the alarming admission that the man drank far too much. Tensions were dancing on a thin line, and having the an inebriated warden working with their champions, it caused an itch to develop beneath the Kirin's scales. Momentarily, he detached himself from Reichenbach's side in order to catch the attention of a nearby kitchen servant to request food be brought to them, before settling down by a nearby table. "So," he began nonchalantly, gilded talons tapping playfully against his scaled sides, "what was this about a story?" TAG: @Rostislav @Acton @Reichenbach