The effeminate male[?] dragon yawned widely as the sun assaulted his eyes, magenta-shadowed eyelids clamping down as tightly as they could, rainbow-clawed paws raising from the dirt to cover his eyes, teeth baring in a snarl that never made a single sound, just as the 'prince' never did. Today marked a very important time in his young adulthood, it did. Today, he was supposed to be leaving the nest, leaving the strange, rag-tag, lying family that he'd known his whole life long to follow the 'brother' that he'd fallen head-over-heels for long before his memory had kicked in. Of course, it hadn't been long until he was able to figure out that Syoto was not his real father and that Siddhartha, therefore, was not in fact his brother.
And as such, his feelings were justified.
The pink dragon shook his head gently, baby blue eyes finally accepting defeat and opening to reveal themselves to the new dawn. A yawn stretched his jaw wide as he rose slowly, stretching himself as looong as he could and shaking a deep brown mane, glancing around curiously. He'd awakened later than he was accustomed to waking up given he usually was woken up by either his father, Ithnan, to spend time with him and learn to hunt as well as other useful skills, or was woken by Siddhartha, at which point he would listen to conversations that he often have trouble understanding, but every fiber of his being tingled happily when Siddhartha lowered himself to talk to him, to explain the things he didn't understand down to the smallest detail.
But speaking of the prince... Naiosalas glanced around curiously, tipping his head. He... hadn't actually been awakened that morning, and as such, his father was gone, but his... friend, he supposed Siddhartha was, was nowhere to be found. Ah, well; he could at least look for him. The pink dragon's tail flicked back and forth and he smiled to himself. Today was the last day that he would be with this family.
He had never been more excited in his life.
