Paranorm

When he found the Empress, it was when he no longer thought he could make an impact on anything. No one could see him. No one could touch him. No one could hear him. He had completely given up on the world and resigned himself to an eternity of watching and making snide comments to himself. Imagine his surprise when he had found out the behemoth he was following out of curiosity not only knew he was there, but was actively looking forward to the advice he gave to the air.

The second time he was acknowledged, was when he was her advisor. He had grown much larger since he first met her, about the size of a mirror, if he had to guess. He's seen the same happen of other dragons that had joined them, although the most dramatic cases had always been from the smaller breeds like him. Massive differences in size shouldn't be surprising anymore, yet he still startles at the sight of a fae the size of a ridgeback sitting on the head of the Empress passionately chatting away.

He's heard tale of The Beloved only through rumor, as he's never been able to catch sight of the apparently very busy dragon. Although, he's been quite busy himself, so that definitely lowers the chances of an encounter. You would think being practically invisible to others would make it so he couldn't be bothered, but you'd be surprised at their sheer determination to get in his way.

The Beloved is quickly categorized into an 'other' when he realizes that, of course, the dragon is in his way of reporting to the Empress. Had this been any other dragon, he would have (politely) asked her to make them to bug off. But this was different. He can't just... barge in as he usually does.

For the first time in a while, he's found himself completely confounded.

The moment he thinks that it would be best to come back later, He's spotted.

"Oh! I know you!"

Paranorm cringes into a frozen state, then forces his frills to appear nuetral as Ender's eyes flick over him.

The green fae below him rises to his feet and waves his tail in greeting. Wait, Is he *looking at him?*

"You're Paranorm right? You're the one that's been making sure our relations with the rest of Sornieth run smoothly so we could get our colony off the ground!"

Paranorm cautiously glides closer.

"Yes-" He starts. "Hm. My lady, please impart that he is correct."

"There is no need."

"Pardon?"

"Don't worry, I can hear you! You're quiet, but all I need to do is focus a little more on your voice. Ender's been teaching me how to talk to other-planers, which I'm not the greatest at yet, but I've learned enough to hear a plane-touched!"

"I... see."