shifting under the multitude of colors that glittered from the sun. Both faux and true wings curled inward, tipping the young dragoness ever closer to the ruined promenade. The sun sat low in the sky behind her, and she turned to take it the radiance and the warmth that spread over her scales before bemoaning the thought that she had missed her appointment. It hadn’t been her fault, truly, she had just gotten caught up in her work, laboriously slaving over her workbench while she stared a hole into a design for a dress. marble flooring, golden filigree chiming from the impact. She lifted her head once more, watching for any sign of her promised company, a search that yielded little. The nocturne readied herself, spreading her wings wide and feeling the wind catch underneath them before she was about to take off. Disappointment sat heavy and unyielding in her belly, and she wondered how long it would take to lure her companion away from her work once more. sight of the dragoness she had been waiting for. Geneva let out a cry of absolute joy, hopping with quick flaps of her wings towards the pastel imperial who wrapped her close with a paw. The whiskers trailing beside her vibrated with the rumbling from her friend’s maw, a noise between a purr and hum of self-content emanating from deep within her chest. small dragon a strange look from her friend, before she offered a polite chuckle in return. her neck flashing poignant in the vanishing light of the sun. The imperial pulled away first, the movement shaking the lacey adornments covering her body, the soft hush of the fabric against scales cutting through the summer air as she stretched out a paw. “Are you sure about this?” She asked, giving the small nocturne a curious glance. “Wouldn’t this be better with a dragon of your own size?” fond, chirruping answer, wringing another fond laugh from deep in the imperials chest. The nocturne stretched up to her full height, balancing on her back legs and laid her own paws in the other dragoness’.