( A small, whispered consideration: Perhaps they wish no dragon present. But then, these are not feral creatures to Wrathion, no riddles to solve, no paragons of ancient ambiguity.
He intends, just as Lan Wangji, whose feet skid on hardening, marbling floor as they approach the ancestral formality of Eidris at its finest, its most lavish — to negotiate their entrance. So be it, then, one nod to sign off his approval. )
Permitted, we withdraw peacefully.
( ...see here. No blood on his lips. No vestige of uncertainty. Only a slight perk of his brows, when the guards who behold them seem — ...bemused that Lan Wangji walks beside his alleged mount, sooner than rides him in.
All the same, they uncross their weapons, part to broker passage. All the same, the vast and carefully sculpted paths tremble under Wrathion's heavy foot. They near a second set of gargantuan gates, beyond which the quiet, timed rattling of breath suggests dragons, nestled. )
no subject
( A small, whispered consideration: Perhaps they wish no dragon present. But then, these are not feral creatures to Wrathion, no riddles to solve, no paragons of ancient ambiguity.
He intends, just as Lan Wangji, whose feet skid on hardening, marbling floor as they approach the ancestral formality of Eidris at its finest, its most lavish — to negotiate their entrance. So be it, then, one nod to sign off his approval. )
Permitted, we withdraw peacefully.
( ...see here. No blood on his lips. No vestige of uncertainty. Only a slight perk of his brows, when the guards who behold them seem — ...bemused that Lan Wangji walks beside his alleged mount, sooner than rides him in.
All the same, they uncross their weapons, part to broker passage. All the same, the vast and carefully sculpted paths tremble under Wrathion's heavy foot. They near a second set of gargantuan gates, beyond which the quiet, timed rattling of breath suggests dragons, nestled. )
May we enter?
( ...this is, after all, Wrathion's people. )