Roleplay

FieryGrace's ear flicked at the barely veiled insult to her species, but didn't rise to the taunt. She turned her gaze with him to the fiery inferno ahead of them. The radiant light was stunning and hypnotic, as all fire-born light was to her. But more important to her was the blazing warmth that filled the air, her mane and wings rippling along with the drafts.

As he turned to gloat to her she met his gaze. The fire shone in her eyes, just as they did his - and suddenly she knew why the Flamecaller had sent her here and now. For the first time in eons, she shifted to remove her mask, glistening orange eyes as vibrant as the flames wrapping around them.

"Without water, there can be no ice. Without a fertile earth, no plants can grow. Without life there can be no death. Without light, there would be no shadow. As all elements stand apart, we are reliant on each other to prosper. Light needs a source, and on this night that source is fire." She turned back to the blaze, closing her eyes to let the heat wash over her, and to hear the crackle. "Thank you, Mother - for reminding me of this. I shall spread your word." And with that she spread her wings wide, ready to leave.

Lux was a dragon blinded by his own sense of superiority. He had no such epiphany as he looked at the bright glow around the falling meteor. Instead, he bowed his head in respect to the Lightweaver, momentarily forgetting his distaste for the dragon beside him. "Our mother's divine radiance- I see so clearly now." What he did not see was a profound message. Only further evidence that his inclinations were correct.

As the imperial spoke, Lux straightened from his bow. He did not return her fiery gaze, and instead looked away when their eyes met. During her speech, his expression was rather blank, but as she spread her wings, he managed to look at her. "Out of all elements," he looked loathe to admit it. "They're none so powerful and so divine as light. However... if Lightweaver looked fondly upon any of them..." he looked around at the glow emitted from the flames. "Perhaps it would be that which provides the source for her radiance."

He glared across the landscape with a gaze still so full of hatred, but perhaps a glimmer of respect as well. Not for the imperial. He was certain he could feel no such thing. But for the powerful flames that danced across the ground.

FieryGrace smiled, if only a little. This dragon was so filled with hatred and dismay it was a wonder he hadn't turned that hatred towards himself or his goddess yet. But to each their own. She bowed lightly in farewell to the strange pearlcatcher, and slipped her mask back over her eyes, pausing to readjust to the strange red glow it cast over the world.

With a few powerful wingbeats she was skybound, but before she could wheel away back towards home she was filled with a strange urge, and turned back to the fires. It was something she hadn't down since her youth, but she often caught sight of her clanmates when a fire broke out close to their lair. She dove close to the flames, letting thermal updrafts carry her away from their burning coals and guide her into the night sky, before diving in again, dancing through the flames and the night sky in a routine all fire dragons know from hatching.