Chapter 23: Uh Oh (1)
The Draconic Empire of Tamara was a vast, natural terrain. No infrastructure, no architectures, no roads or bridges. What would have been expected as a 'home' for the Peacekeeper who shook hands with humanity was instead a domain for beastly claws and fires.
To the East lies colossal caverns for the Earth Dragons, their carefree nature and heavy shellbacks submit them to a slackly, indoor lives as they slept their long years away. Venturing the Southern sky is the volcanic mountains for the Fire Dragons, their fighting spirit and agile wings erupted, as much as the lavas that revelled their obedience to their natures. Diving deep into the West is a grandiose ponds for the water dragons, their pursuit for self-improvement and fin-like skins propelled their swims in the water, splashes and rallying cries a part of their sport routines. One glance to the North, however, is the quiet home of the sky dragon. An ever solemness, an ever shut-off to the outside world from the scorched clearings without a single resident, as if underground remained their true homes against the outsiders, the betrayers and their own Queen.
However, there remains one structure that housed the sky dragons, the true families of Adrei who followed her and her cause for peace. In the centre of the Empire, floated a celestial isle below the white clouds, the large colosseum a silent sentinel to the Empire. The moon hang high as the backdrop that enveloped the island, a grace reserved for the last bation of the Dragon Elders' Council. And most of all, a huge barrier could be witnessed. The magic barrier was constructed by the Ashen Dragon Mage Yasen, a transparent circular barrier that housed the entire island from the outside world, the unique pride of the sky dragons could be found from this gesture for isolation, much to the dismay for the Water Dragons who would kindly reciprocate their noble presence.
Now, one might ask what duties the honoured sky dragons, the strongest of fours in the Empire, are fulfilling up in the air. The colosseum was at a height even the Fire Dragon's wings could not reach, a testament to their detachment for the lands below. And so, assumptions were made by the 'inferior', 'lowly' kins that could not stretch their wings for the sky, the Earth Dragon mocked them as lazy old farts who bathed in precious wines, the Fire Dragon crowned them as eternal fighters who bathed in each other's bloods, and the Water Dragon assumed them as elegant nobles who bathed precious, stifling manners for diplomacy with humans.
Well, they are certainly bathing, in the joy of something entirely unexpected. Within the colosseum housed an outdoor , marbled meeting room with a wide, circular table, the ceiling meeting the tall walls of the colosseum. But instead of chairs, they had sofas for negotiations. Instead of documents, they had popcorns for formal affairs. And instead of elders with beards and frowns, they had royal, gold-haired maidens with crumbs of chips under their lips and excited grins for grim concerns.
And that grim concern was related to the centre of the table, with a video footage that was displayed above a magic crystal. Within the video broadcasted a dragon and a witch, sleeping together in that wobbly carriage.
"Damn, frosty lap pillows?" One of the royals spoke, the chips in both sides of her cheeks muffled her speech as her emerald eyes narrowed at the 'iced pillars'. "How nice...I want one as well."
"Well you can just ask auntie for it. They're married now anyways." Another royals with ashen eyes sipped teas bit by bit with one hand, while raising the other hand to the side.
"Hm...how would you rate the old man's thighs now? I bet it's as squishy as sister's." A smirky pair of slithery eyes glanced at frowning sister, as she delivered the popcorn to her hand.