[ AW ] Stepping Stones

As foul-mouthed as the gilded dragon is, he is not unappreciative of beauty. And there is a clear and definitive beauty in the way snow and frost falls over Melrose, a sea of greenery and grasses lost within the chill, and he is not one to misappropriate some time alone to admire the scenery. His walk is that of one ten times his size-- a swagger that pulls the ruffling coat along his shoulders into a bunched frill that catches the early-morning sun and lines the shape of his form in that shimmering gold. He feels just a beautiful as he looks today, rosegold and champagne dressed in liquid sunshine, settled along a field of flowers. Finally, finally he lets relaxation draw itself across his features, heavy-lashes finally falling to half-lid his pastel eyes. He has earned this small bit of respite. He seems otherwise unmoved, feeling satisfied in his time of quietude, and perhaps allows himself a moment of vain weakness to lean down to examine the way the sunlight hits the harder surface of the snow, crystallized in glitter.

Quiet, he reclines back into the snow-filled grasses and takes the time to enjoy the hills, like rolling waves of ocean. The earth would shift and pull forever but he could enjoy the beauty of the present, the here and now, just like this. He doesn't even seem to mind the moisture beginning to seep in to his coat, the colors darkening at the edges in an almost graceful damask.
"Fuck, I wish I had something to drink." He sighs to himself, "Whatever. A bit of a breather won't kill me. Alrighty," he shimmies within his own skin, an energy loosed from within,"Lets get to work. Can't get anything done sitting around."


@Grigori