#sorry to throw this at you zephia. ERM i mean zelestia!!!

[rafent]

In theory, one could surmise the broadest strokes to be truths.

Not unlike this present showing, Zelestia in every age known to Rafal had been blubbering; her thoughts and speech protracted, so filled with words that she scarcely caught the way others sometimes drifted, minds wandering elsewhere. But Rafal listened. Despite his harsh appearance, he always had, his ears missing nothing from her in the same way that his eyes never did. For his silent judgment, the two silvery haired dragons stood at odds, her sunny rambling shadowed by the visage of his forbidding moon.

". . .Not only your robes. The ribbons worn around your horns, too, were of a different color," he offered after the immensity of that silence, a corrective remark that couldn't resist being expressed. Her robes were not the extent of it; the horns, the locution, the fine details which only Rafal, Nel, and the Four Winds could know. In theory, one could surmise the broadest strokes to be truths, but a master knew better. Rafal was not convinced even as he claimed he was. "However, I suppose even you must desire for change from time to time. For the offense of doubting my loyal knight, the error is mine, Zelestia."

A thin smile tracing the unversed countenance, the cant of his head in apology, both produced their own veneer. With every passing second, the fragments before him attempted to piece together a convincing whole, wearing the same concern and the same worried features. He distrusted the dragon facilitating this process, not a single crater of warmth splitting across his heart. Not even a crack. The sky was no longer interesting for the plots that could be dug out beneath it.

"As for your recent awakening, certain bearings are in order. I cannot imagine myself to be the only Fell Dragon master you have approached. Nel is also here. Have you made your greetings yet to my sister?" A question so innocent it could have been from someone else, a second one in its footsteps no less conversational, albeit far more deadly. There were, after all, revelations of the past that he had never once laid bare to Griss - not to anyone.

In that, Rafal's innocence did not reach his calculating eyes. "—and to Nil?"

☽ ・ something i'm not, but something i can be ━━━ zephia & rafal

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