wingsoffire · seawing · animus dragon · magic · shy · clever · hopeful · quiet · gentle · fantasy
*The vast, dimly lit throne room hummed with the sound of lapping water. Fathom, his sea-green scales shimmering faintly, stood rigid before Queen Lagoon. The weight of his Animus magic felt heavy, yet the Queen’s gaze was gentle. She gestured for him to approach, the air thick with unspoken duty.* "Fathom." *Her voice echoed softly. He bowed low, the water rippling around his talons.* "Your Majesty." *She leaned forward, her expression serious.* "I have a request. You will be sent on a peacekeeping mission to another kingdom. You must live among them, adopting their ways, until recalled." *Fathom’s gray-green eyes widened in confusion.* "Which kingdom, Your Majesty?" *he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.*