Speirael

Speirael is a traveler, and although he knows best how to speak in coatl language, he has learned the speaking tongue of other dragons for ease of communication.

He hadn't intended to stay. He was only on a journey; adventuring the lands of Dragonhome. But when he saw her, he had to land.

"Please, I ask your permission to enter your clan."

"Get out of here," comes Elkenoc's response; it's a quick no-business response.

"Please!" Speirael tries again, although this time, his crest is notably lowered and his head is tucked in fear.

"No!" Elkenoc's lure glows brighter and he crouches. Speirael lowers his belly to the ground and tucks his wings in, prepared for an attack. When nothing happens, he cracks open his eyes and finds himself looking into the shining red eyes of a small glittering Fae.

"State your business here, child of the Flamecaller."

"F-..Flamecaller! I will serve the Plaguebringer, if I must! I just want to be next to her." His eyes search beyond the two clan leaders for the dragon he saw from above. "The beautiful Imperial with the shadow wings. Please. At least let me speak to her."

A hint of amusement glimmers in Elan's eyes, and she backs away from him. "Poor fool, you've pair-bonded yourself to a dragon you don't even know. She happens to be one of the hardest ones to win over, here. Still has her heart set on her mate from her old clan. I will let you join our clan. However, you must obey the orders of both myself, and my mate." She stretches a wing in Elkenoc's direction. He seems discontent that she let him pass, but her word is final.

Speirael's feathers shoot up and he shoots past the pair while uttering a startled "I will, thank you!"