Vormun

"Freyja? Sweetheart, where are you?"

A longing tone echoed softly in the twisting corridors below the ground, never to reach the light of day, much less his missing mates heart.

"Freyja? Sweetheart, where are you?" The singsong tune warbled in the air, pushed out through a voicebox that made the notes turn tinny and sour "Freyja? Sweetheart, where are you? Freyja? Sweetheart, where are you?" It continued behind a 7-note melody twisted beyond recognition

"He's a marvel of a success. But you need to do something about that noise" The dragon grumbled, looming over the mess of coiled wire and metal and muscle that was pulled out upon the workspace. The misty male imperial could barely catch the soft hums of the scurrying insect of a fae as it bumbled about with its comically oversized tools.

"Well, I understand that, Xov. But if you think that she'd pass her approval over this project with the ruckus he's putting up then you've got less in that brain of yours than I thought"

The tiny dragon paused, before lively gesturing toward the throat of the disassembled coatl "You think is very not good, then Xov say take out. This upgrade yours too, then do work" The smokey fae crossed its arms, hovering between Evians snout and their project, as exasperated as a fae could be; his frills flashing.

"Freyja?" The thing upon the table continued to trill.

Evian reached over, pushed his talons into the crackling mechanics, and rooted about until the song vibrated in the palm of his hand.

"Sweethea-"

The imperial engineer pulled.