Dragoncrest Cliffs echo astral

Despite the pride he felt in officially earning his name, Dacio did not flaunt it among his sisters. While there had always been a sense of rivalry between the trio and they rarely got along, he did care for them. Most of the time they maintained some sort of balance in which they merely acknowledged one another in passing, but Dalia's unexpected departure had roused a desire to be closer to them. Family was important, and Dacio's anxiety often forced the quiet worry in his mind that theirs might splinter further if he didn't tread carefully.

He found the girls by accident, having been trailing a small rodent through the trees. His potential snack was disregarded at the sound of Opalia's sharpened tone, and the sterling youth lifted his charcoal-tipped crown to observe his litter-mates with a curious stare.

His immediate thought was to move away unseen, but he figured it was likely that one or both of them would've noticed his presence, and he didn't want to be rude. If they lifted their eyes to look upon him, Dacio would simply offer a gentle wave of his tail in greeting.