![]() Even then, Sol Regem had had many altercations with the elven representatives in his court for the sole reason of him being of the sun primal and being accused of having biases. Before the draconic monarchy, the races of elf had been in constant war and it had taken a ruler that came from an entirely different species to unify them. The separation of the races of elves was not a new phenomenon. That is one thing Sol Regem had not missed about being king. “They are so divided…” Zubeia tells him sadly, “Tidebound elves are practically ostracized by the other races, and while they are all of the same country it feels like we are running five different ones! Each race has their own beliefs and ideals, it is… impossible to make everyone happy.” She tells him of Avizandum’s reign and of the more amusing side of politics, of the struggles to make a positive change within the elf kingdoms. ![]() “It means you are the most distant and stand-offish creature I have met, and Avizandum is my mate.” The queen snips good-naturedly and Sol Regem feels something like relief settle in his chest as they quickly fall back into old habits of teasing.įrom there they fall into a comfortable banter, Zubeia does most of the talking. “What is that supposed to mean?” Sol Regem wonders with fake affronce. ![]() Zubeia sighs with something like disappointment, “You’re always so stubborn,” she tells him grumpily. “This is the first time in centuries I have left my post for longer than a few hours, truthfully My Lady there is nothing to tell,” he tells her. I wish to know how you have been,” she lays down primly and the gold dragon sighs loudly as he collapses to the ground next to her with a grumble. Zubeia laughs pleasantly, “Is it wrong of me to want to catch up with an old friend?” she wonders cheekily. “Is there something you needed, my lady?” Sol Regem wondered, his deep snarling voice just a tad impatient. You may go,” Zubeia tells his elf escort calmly, the elf bows low and leaves the two alone. Sol Regem’s scars warm pleasantly as he lifts his head to face the sun, and feels a wave of relief as his element soaks into his scales and soothes the aches and pains in his body. With a loud sigh, the gold dragon turns to the Moonshadow elf, “Lead the way,” he grumbles and silently follows the male through the halls and to where the storm queen sits regally out in the afternoon sun. He hesitates for a long moment, he would prefer finding Callum and making sure he is safe but… it would be rude to deny an invitation from his very gracious host. “The lady Zubeia has asked for your company at the top of the Spire.” “My Lord, Sol Regem!” a male Moonshadow elf calls to him. Sol Regem is just starting to narrow down on Callum’s trail when a voice calls to him. Limping out of the cavernous room and out into the stone hallway, Sol Regem scented the air, following Callum’s scent deeper into the Spire. Despite the long rest, his body was still beaten and battered and his shoulders burned with exhaustion, and his wing pulsed with a bone-deep ache that caused Sol Regem to grimace. Callum was not in the cavern with him and by the scent in the air it had been a few hours since the child had last been here he hauled himself to his feet to go find him. He remembers when one of the dragon guards saying that Avizandum wasn’t returning to the Storm Spire till tomorrow and calmed himself by rationing he had all night to think of a plan. Obviously the Storm King would want to meet Callum, and Sol Regem doubts he could avoid his old friend for long once the other drake found out the sun archdragon was resting within his home. He felt oddly chagrined as he tried desperately to think of a way out of this situation. Of course, he was well aware that the boy’s parent had died (Callum was still very much in mourning, it was hard to not notice), but the cause of the woman’s death had sort of been… overlooked? That evening, when he had woken up with Callum nowhere near, he was reminded of something he had sort of forgotten. ![]() Sure, he had been mulling over the idea of traveling to the Storm Spire at some point - Callum would need to learn sky magic eventually, after all, and who better to teach him than the king of the skies, after all? - but that idea had just been a fleeting thought at the back of his head until he had gotten hurt and his hand had been forced. To be perfectly honest, Sol Regem hadn’t really thought this through. Not Just Human Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 41,646 Chapters: 9/? Comments: 216 Kudos: 1,007 Bookmarks: 212 Hits: 21,430
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