[SWE] Always be mine

Last year he'd attended in his human form, dressed to impress and holding out hope for better days ahead. This year was different in many ways, not least of which was that he didn't feel particularly celebratory after all that happened. He knew he should make an effort to try and relax, have fun, remember what it was he lived for...

But without Rory at his side he mostly just wanted to get the night over with and return home; an urge that had been growing increasingly stronger of late.

There was an easy way to head off unwanted general conversation, and that was to arrive in a form that had limited ability to chat. His giftee would recognize him quickly enough, and in the end that was what mattered. So it was that a silver dragon descended into a nearby clearing and then made his sinuous way through the trees to the party, finding an unoccupied edge before things really got into full swing to stretch out along. He folded his forepaws decorously before him as he lounged as non-threateningly as possible, the leather bag holding his gift hooked over one curling horn for safe-keeping as he scanned the participants, keeping an eye out for Tarasha - and tilting his head curiously and with a flicker of fond amusement at Libbs as he saw her dancing with the Fae.