Sleeping Dragon i held ghosts in my arms

He gave the meals one last, long look before he eventually turned away from them now that they were as handled as necessary. It was just as he'd been doing for the last week or so, and it seemed to be working out well enough -- not that he'd had any direct contact with the sterling queen in a moment anyway, but she was understandably busy.

Wildfire's introduction quirked his brow. Since he wasn't overly familiar with her, that was one way to get things rolling he supposed. "Thanks. I agree," he nodded, happy to let a little vanity slip concerning himself. "And you.. your markings. Very distinct too," he returned with a nodding gesture to just all of her, including her bright color contrasted on either end by black and white both. She had a good aesthetic about her, he felt somehow.