Dragoncrest Cliffs chase the wind of a prism ship

Much to the boy's relief, Dio did not scold him for any reason. A smile tugged the corners of his mouth upward, and young Dacio leaned into his father's affectionate nudge while his tail swished contently at his hocks. The golden Wocha suggested that he walk with him, which brightened his expression - it was rare that the got to spend any quality time with their sire in recent weeks.

"Yeah," the sterling youngster chirped enthusiastically, beaming fondly up at the bi-eyed adult with the expectation that he take the lead. Dacio prepared to follow, but the sound of approaching paws caught his attention. Grey-green eyes settled on his sister as she closed the distance between them, and he resisted the urge to huff his disappointment at having lost this golden opportunity to be alone with Dio as soon as it was within reach.