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His master was resting, that much he knew. He also knew that his brother would see to anything he might need, in any way he possibly could.And yet...
Yet Harmodius would likey enjoy the company of another of His kings. And if he found himself disturbing anything, he could simply turn back. Little thing to justify what was, deep down, only the need to see his master.
And so, he did.
He was wearing the purple and silver outfit that his host has worn after having been deemed a prophet by her people, adjusted by Lindita to take account for wings and tail, bare feet brushing along the stone paths of the garden as he headed toward Harmodius' personal chambers, where he figured both master and brother might be. The fact that he was wearing a skirt - elaborate and pretty as it was - did not bother the dragon in the least.
At least, he stopped before the door and, without hesitation, knocked.
