It’s been a long day. An interesting day. With some good, with some bad, and some things I’ll need to work on fixing.
So here, have some dragons;
Miranda stared at the ice encrusted mountain. Ice Keep. Traditional home of the Ice Dragons. She settled on the ridge, glad for the clear skies and light wind. In a storm it would be dangerous to approach. She craned her neck, looking around. Grey said there would be sentries. He said there were always sentries.
When she turned around she saw the larger blue gliding, hard to see against the blue sky. She swallowed, straightened, and coiled her tail around her feet. She hoped there would be a warm fire at the end of this.
The blue glided closer, glancing her way, then turned with curving back towards the keep in a lazy glide. Miranda didn’t move. She only knew Dmitri, and he from a distance. This wasn’t Dmitri. The blue gave out an odd call, nothing like she’d heard from her own kind. From somewhere within the keep another call echoed out as several more ice dragons, their hides ranging from a pale gray to deep blue came out in a flight formation. Miranda stayed still. She was a messenger from the Dragonmaster. These were wild, near-ferals. Below her.
She heard the deeper, familiar, bellow and turned, tensing without meaning to, watching the larger beast swing into view. Dmitri. Who could blend in against the ice. Only living son of Lothos. She wanted to hate him as much as she hated his sire and Otto for what they’d done to her family. Instead she sort of felt sorry for him. How awful it must have been to have to pull the pieces of your life together after having it shattered by the actions of such selfish, power hungry creatures.
He back-winged, landing on an out-jutting rock, and gave a motion. Time to shift. Time to talk. Miranda took a deep breath and inclined her head, melting into her human form. When she looked up, he, and the other now human shaped dragons, were walking towards her. None looked friendly. Dmitri had no expression on his face. Ice dragon. Cold. Ice for eyes, ice for soul they said. There was no warmth there. Miranda swallowed.
She rested a hand on the hilt of her short sword, meeting Dmitri’s eyes. Pale eyebrow arched. She wasn’t defenseless, not as dragon, not as human, he’d best remember that.
“You’re far from your ranges, Miranda.” Dmitri said when he stopped, a few feet away. The others flanked him.
“I bring a message from my brother.” She looked at her fingernails and frowned. One looked a touch jagged. She sensed the impatience from the others though Dmitri hadn’t made a move.
“Indeed?” He said finally.
“Something about a Grande Council.” She pulled the scroll out and started to hand it to him. He waved it away with a shake of his head and frowned.
“Grande Councils are for leaders.”
“You’re,” She swallowed, finding it difficult to say Lothos’s name. Lothos was the old leader, Otto had taken his place, but it was supposed to go to Dmitri, right?
“It doesn’t work that way here.” Dmitri said.