ORIGIN

"... So you're a riddle!", Haven said, before smiling and planting her butt down, sitting down awkwardly, "You never touch the ground, huh? Didn't you just... nevermind."

She inspected Temperantia more thoroughly and stood up to walk forward towards them, nose brushing against them gently, her breath warm as she snuffled curiously.

"... A ring that flies without wings, yet six I have, a thousand eyes forever blinking, yet darkness eludes me... what am I?", Haven muttered softly, before looking up at Temperantia with a smile, "An angel!"

The she-dragon turned and pointed off towards Pieces (by accident), "Let's go! Electrum has to be waiting for us!!"

Haven spread her wings and took off down the hallway, inhaling as she tried to find where she had come from.

Her nostrils flared and she followed her trail towards Pieces, squeaking excitedly.

"ELECTRUM!!!", she bellowed, her voice echoing.

@Electrum @Temperantia

Electrum

How embarrassing.

How worrying, honestly. Less for himself and more for Haven.

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His long fin on his tail had become snagged between two rocks as he had darted around, sprinting between rocks and other formations in chase of another rabbit, hoping to surprise Haven with the soft thing when she came back.

Luckily, he's not in any pain, he just needs more force than he's able to put out on his own to shift the stones he was wedged between to free himself. Electrum had elected to not call out, not until he hears someone move nearby, hoping that Haven would somehow make her way back to him like she always did.

Until she didn't. Not for quite a while.

Tugging at his tailfin had resulted in some pain, and a sharp metal smell that made him lock up in panic and stop his attempts at dislodging his thin membrane.

Golden blood had clotted around the edge of the small tear, but he was tearing up- what if her starved here? What if Haven died because he couldn't not get stuck?

"Electrum!" echoes down the tunnel nearby, and he perks up, fins flaring a bright blue edged with gold as his heartrate skyrockets, levering himself as well as he can up onto his hind legs and letting out a call in response.

A deep inhale, puffing out his chest in an effort to get as much force behind the roar as he can, bellowing "Haven?!" In return, sadly not able to put as much ompf behind it as he would prefer, some instinct of his wanting to make the walls of Pices echo with his aeonian voice, to prove he was here and that he owned.. things. Odd instinct, that, and he shakes his head quickly, able to dismiss it.. for now.

His chest hurt from pulling in and forcing out that much air, but he'd felt something sizzle across his scales almost like a promise during his display. Interesting...

@Haven
@Temperantia