Amadeus

Amadeus was born to wonderful parents, both with a love of the theater and a flair for the dramatic. Creativity was practically passed down to him through his genetics. He was able to hum before he could speak, delighting his mother with his childish symphonies and adorable giggles. He would dance around his father’s feet like a small ferret, hopping easily away from the path of his steps with glee. The one form of art that he never quite mastered was making physical creations; paintings and sculptures and the like. His attempts always came out looking so ridiculously bad that Amadeus could only laugh along with everyone else.

Amadeus’ talent made him a quick favorite among his parent’s friends, and he built an impressive resume of acting roles and other performances before reaching adulthood. While he was extremely happy in his life, surrounded by supportive friends and loving family, he found that he wasn’t feeling... fulfilled. The encores were draining, and the roles became repetitive no matter how much variety he tried to take on. Amadeus began to become obviously unhappy, drawing the concern of those around him when he withdrew from the things that he used to enjoy.

It was actually Amadeus’ parents that suggested he take a break from the rigors of preforming, offering to help fund a tour of the continent for his vacation. He declined most of their money, but bashfully accepted enough to pad his funds while he was out of work. Feeling as prepared as he could possibly be, he set out to see the sights...

Well, he wasn’t quite as ready as he should’ve been. Isn’t that always how it goes?

Halfway through his journey, Amadeus found himself wandering the furthest reaches of the Starwood Strand. Entranced by the beauty of the endless flowers that blossom at night, he became hopelessly lost. He felt like he was stumbling through the depths of space itself, unable to take flight through the interlocking branches above him. When his frightened running finally brought him to a campsite, he was relieved. This feeling only lasted for a moment though, as he quickly realized the dragons he had found were bandits; vicious residents of the neighboring wastelands looking to steal from the dragons within the Arcanist’s territory.

Amadeus fled blindly from them, crying out desperately for help as he was perused by the thieves and their mocking laughter. His strength was fading fast, and he began stumbling over roots and uneven grooves in the ground. He was near collapsing when two shadows darted lay him, causing him to halt in his tracks as he gasped for breath.

Amadeus was saved by two young Wildclaws, with similar color palettes and matching sets of armor. They drove the bandits away after a short scuffle, showing incredible skill in combat and a burning fierceness. When the danger was gone though, their attitudes flipped immediately to something goofier and more carefree. They introduced themselves as Arcade and Nukashine, laughing a little at how frightened Amadeus seemed of them. Undeterred, they invited the shaking Imperial back to their clan’s cave complex for food and safety. Amadeus agreed partially out of feeling threatened by their former display, and followed the twins with no small amount of apprehension.

They delivered Amadeus to the care of their adoptive father– another Imperial, this one in rich shades of green and brown. He introduced himself as Lysanthir, and happily helped Amadeus settle into his own space within the tunneling caverns. Amadeus had been determined not to fall asleep just yet, in case these other dragons meant him harm, but he couldn’t help it. He was gone before he had even laid his head down to rest. He awoke to find that Lysanthir had stayed with him during the night, keeping watch over him before also succumbing to sleep himself. It’s was... cute, in a way. Amadeus found himself becoming more comfortable around the other Imperial, and trusted him enough to follow him on a tour of Ralabast’s territory. There are certainly worse places in the world. Maybe staying here for a time wouldn’t be so bad.

Amadeus certainly hadn’t meant to stay here so long. It’s been... months? Yes, entire months since his arrival. How could he have gotten so caught up in this strange life? It’s far from sophisticated, and lacks a good deal of the amenities he had enjoyed growing up, but the strange mix of characters here in this clan is an endlessly entertaining and enjoyable experience. He’s learned so much since arriving here, impressed many others with his talents in the performing arts, and forged friendships that have become quickly priceless to him. Especially with one dragon in particular.

Lysanthir has spent a great deal of time with him over the slowly changing seasons, happily listening to endless stories and songs from Amadeus while occasionally offering his own. They’ve explored the nearby lands together in short day trips, and traveled even further when visiting other clans for Lysanthir’s duties as an ambassador. He’s enjoyed this time immensely, especially the quiet moments that the two of them spend together, curled up and enjoying each other’s presence with quiet reading and warm tea.

Amadeus first realized what he may be feeling when Lysanthir referred to him as his “little songbird.” His heart literally skipped a beat in his chest, face growing warm has he was struck effectively speechless for a moment. Clearly bashful, he asked if it would be okay to adopt that term of endearment as his nickname, but one only to be used between the two of them. Since then, he feels a rush of warmth whenever Lysanthir quietly uses the little nickname and brushes up against his side.

While he’s a little airy, Amadeus is no fool. He’s realized that he’s in love with Lysanthir. But realizing something and acting on it are two different things. Amadeus is nervous, worried about ruining the bond that he currently has with Lysanthir if he confesses. Maybe he’s read the signs wrong, and mistaken devoted friendship for something inspiring romance? Maybe he’s being naive and foolish, falling for the first vague crush he’s ever had in his life? Whatever the reason, he just can’t find the verve to come to Lysanthir with what he feels. He needs something... He needs help. He needs advice.

Perhaps his parents can help? It’s been an incredibly long time since he’s contacted them anyways, they’re likely worried about his well-being. He should write to them.