Nova Peak Black Dragon

He wanted to know the landmark’s actual name. Masquerade’s lips parted to answer, only to press together again when they realized they’d forgotten. They hummed ponderously for a moment, then shook their head.

Something with ‘peak’ in it. I’m sure it’ll come to me, they rumbled.

“I wonder what mom would think,” Mulherin worried aloud about their proposal, prompting two strong emotions within the Caru.

Firstly, they were overjoyed that Avicus was around to have an opinion on such matters. They were certain the Wealda would be proud should one of her offspring disperse under such circumstances.

There was some small part of them that felt like Masque’s opinion should count for more in this. They had raised Mulherin. But as before, they despised themself for even thinking such a thing and quickly quashed the thought.

I think mother would be proud that her legacy was spreading to claim more of the wilds, Masque said with quiet vehemence, then added a bit more softly, I would be happiest in a supporting role. I was hoping one day I could be Redd’s second. But she’s gone. You’re here. And, Mul…

They’d been walking all the while, though they paused now and swiveled to face their brother properly. Masquerade looked into his eyes, their long tail swinging. They slowly grinned at him.

You’re my favorite, they told him, pushing their muzzle against his and nipping at his whiskers before moving away to resume walking, throwing a light, Don’t tell anyone I said that, over their gray shoulder.