Amaris
However big, however small
Let me be part of it all
Let me be part of it all
The dragon watched as the humans below squabbled - at least, it looks very much like squabbling to him. All humans things seemed petty and small to him - unless they directly involved his bondmate. And when the Eye turned his gaze to her, Dramyrth watched and listened, attention bristling as his bonded focussed in on the information provided. He was listening for a different reason than Amaris, of course - he was listening to ensure she was treated as he imagined she deserved, with utmost respect and deference. And, detecting no slight on Cian's part, he settled back in his little nook, his bonded's thought percolating about their heads as she memorised all the Eye provided.
Amaris did not need to make notes, not anymore, not when it came to swiftly digesting information about weaknesses in her potential foes. It interested her greatly, and she took it all in with relative ease, logging it away in her mind, information she could put to use if she was needed to help restrain, eliminate or otherwise interact with their enemies who were afflicted. It was an advantage she wanted to exploit, and the mention of fire in particular stirred a dark note of amusement between her and her bondmate. Fire was something they could provide. A small nod was given in thanks to Cian as he finished, only half-listening to what the Orator had to say as her thoughts turned to introspection.
It hadn't been important for her to know the names in the files before now. Hadn't been relevant to her position - they were not targets for her blade or her dragon's fire. So her attention had shifted slightly, had reverted inward. But then Chandrakant was mentioned, and a subtle shift overcame her as her golden gaze settled once more on Cian, silently questioning the accuracy of his words, or her hearing of them.
So, the Chandrakant line had survived outside of Stormbreak, had weathered the chaos of the barrier surrounding the Grounds, had produced at least one descendant. A cousin, from a faraway great aunt, no doubt. Suddenly Amaris felt that she had a new target for her attention to seek out, though for quite different reasons than before. No dragon fire or blades for this quest, but rather, a quest of the heart. Dramyrth sent a curious pulse across the bond to his bondmate, a soft, almost inaudible note crooning from his throat. A sigh rolled through her lips, as she recentred herself in the meeting, awaiting further instruction. They survived, she thought, her expression unreadable.
Amaris did not need to make notes, not anymore, not when it came to swiftly digesting information about weaknesses in her potential foes. It interested her greatly, and she took it all in with relative ease, logging it away in her mind, information she could put to use if she was needed to help restrain, eliminate or otherwise interact with their enemies who were afflicted. It was an advantage she wanted to exploit, and the mention of fire in particular stirred a dark note of amusement between her and her bondmate. Fire was something they could provide. A small nod was given in thanks to Cian as he finished, only half-listening to what the Orator had to say as her thoughts turned to introspection.
It hadn't been important for her to know the names in the files before now. Hadn't been relevant to her position - they were not targets for her blade or her dragon's fire. So her attention had shifted slightly, had reverted inward. But then Chandrakant was mentioned, and a subtle shift overcame her as her golden gaze settled once more on Cian, silently questioning the accuracy of his words, or her hearing of them.
So, the Chandrakant line had survived outside of Stormbreak, had weathered the chaos of the barrier surrounding the Grounds, had produced at least one descendant. A cousin, from a faraway great aunt, no doubt. Suddenly Amaris felt that she had a new target for her attention to seek out, though for quite different reasons than before. No dragon fire or blades for this quest, but rather, a quest of the heart. Dramyrth sent a curious pulse across the bond to his bondmate, a soft, almost inaudible note crooning from his throat. A sigh rolled through her lips, as she recentred herself in the meeting, awaiting further instruction. They survived, she thought, her expression unreadable.
You may be right, you may be wrong
But say that you'll bring me along
But say that you'll bring me along
