Casting Shadows (NightWings)

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((Theoretically this doesn't really have a dense firm plot line, it’ll mainly here for some casual NightWing interaction as our Roleplay is quite faltering at the moment, so this will be set actually outside the NightWing Palace on its grounds))

The Midday sun hung high ahead, as activity was starting to burst into life throughout Pyyria, light almost in its divine essence fetching creatures and critters alike to go about their daily lives scurrying to forage and hunt, a stark contrast in this heavily Light was that of the NightWing realm, even in the Sun’s glory, shadows seemed to linger, its lands some how adapting and thriving to embrace the darkness which appeared to lurk within the dark woods and swamps of the territories of the NightWings, but like all creatures elsewhere, here activity flourished, basking in what little glow they had of the Sun.

Tenebris was stood ever elegantly, almost majestic in his form as his shrewd calculating eyes were locked upon the Palaces magnificent structure, almost ignorant to the happening around him, idealistic thoughts flooded his mind. Mesmerized in admiration his gaze trailed from its entrance to the highest of spires. After a moment he released a small scoff of disdain, perhaps to himself to return him to reality, before turning to leave the Palaces splendour, although he stopped again as he had turned to take his leave as his eyes caught to adore the Silverwork of the architecture of a large statue which embodied the entrance rail which would  parallel the other side of the path leading to the Palace, raising a clawed paw, he gentle runs his hand over the décor, taking utmost care not to use any force to dig his claw into the work of art.

Celestia was overwhelmed by all that was going on. Not that she actually knew all that was going on. One dragon seemed to deliberately approach her and as the dragoness did Celestia felt the tail around her curl around more protectively as she was drawn in closer to the male holding her. This told Celestia that the guy holding her didn't trust the approaching dragoness. Though Celestia didn't necessarily trust her carrier, only enough to be held by him.

The dragoness conjured a rose which was offered to Celestia. Celestia sniffed it curiously. She had knew the smell of many flowers including roses. The lake outside her home had tons. This rose didn't smell like any of them though. Not to say it smelt bad. Rather it smelt so good she wanted to eat it and attempted to do so. Taking the rose she nomed on it while her carrier relocated her to his back.

Celestia couldn't comprehend her carriers question about her parents at least not in the way it was worded. Not that she was paying too much attention. The odd yet pleasant smelling rose was far more interesting than anything else going on.

Nighflare listened to Oculus carefully, drinking in every word that dripped from his mouth like a thirsty dog. She listened patiently to his words, as few as there were, before she finally closed her eyes when he asked his question. Astral. That's who the Hatchling belonged to. Astral and Nimbus. Two full gods who would never die. This thought made Night fliare smirk on the inside. All mortal dragons died eventually. It was a rather hilarious thought to think that the overly protective Astral's kids would die from something as metiocre as old age. How heart broken the immortals would be when their children age but they don't.... ah, till the day that happened, thought Night flare cheerily.

But to avoid being suspicious, Nightflare only shrugged, nonchalant and indifferent. Gemini might become suspicious if Night admitted she knew something like this. After all, it was supposed to be at secret.

Serena glanced at the rose. She reached towards the hatchling to pat it's head, but stopped herself from looking suspicious. "Little one, whats your name? Do you know your parents?" She did her best not to let her purple tongue slip from her smile, which tended to happen at the worst possible times, and this was because of her slick & snake like instincts.

Some stranger came up and patted Celestia on the head. Not that she cared she was too busy noming on her rose. Though when her name was asked she proudly declared "Celestia." and when she was asked if she new her parents Celestia just pointed to the black collar on her neck witch blended in with her scales. Dangling from it though where two metal symbols. One which was the symbol for the goddess of the moon and stars and the other which was the symbol for the god of death.

Hmm. Well, look at the necklace Oculus. Its got symbol things! I don't know who they present, but maybe you will. Serena tried to slide the necklace off the hatchling and fail so instead just put the hatchling in Oculus' face. Umm.. Well, lemme just hand her to you...

Nightflare narrowed her eyes, and spoke up, gently taking Celestia from Serena before she had time to give her to Oculus, "That is the symbol of the Goddess of the Moon and Stars, alongside the symbol of the God of Death. That must either mean this child belongs to someone who is a follower of those gods, or she is the daughter of those gods." Normally, Night would ridicule Serena for not knowing that. But they did not worship either of those gods, so she'd let it slide. This once. All the while Night carefully stroaked Celestia.

Celestia was getting sick of being picked up and put down and picked up and put down again by these strangers. She struggled in NightFlare's hold and wanted to bolt away from the strangers that were starting to annoy her. She wanted her mommy.

Tenebris was stood beside Oculus, remaining silent while stood in his ever dignified majestic stature as he watched the scenes unfolding in front of him, his facial expression was ever a apathetic sombre one, he raised his right talons as he ran his index claw over the large silver ring adorned upon his horn as his mind flooded with possibilities and intrigue, he craned his neck as he glared at Celestia with his morbid disturbing eerie metallic eyes despite the hatchling being in Nightflares claws. His maw finally opened as his cold charismatic voice rang forth with its usual elegance covered in formalities "Well I doubt it be relatively honest that this Hatchling is a child of the Gods, no Demi-Gods have been recorded in my archives for quite sometime in regards within the NightWing realm", he gave a uncharacteristic soft smile towards the Hatchling to allow her to feel more comfortable before he continued "I wonder, can you tell us anything at all little one? Instead of all these assumptions".