Kyta
The mansion was large, and incredibly beautiful, just as she would have thought it to be. The Arrangers, as she was calling them, had arranged a special place just for her within the building. The attic. High above the other guests, with many different cave like openings in the ceilings, hidden by paintings, lights or tapestries. Her room consisted of a pile of large pillows and blankets in one corner, a sky light that she could open and fly out of, a large marble fireplace, and a pile of books. On the west wall is a door that leads to a bedroom similar to the ones below her, decorated in sapphire blue and white. If she were to shrink down to size she could sleep in the four poster canopy bed in there, but she prefers sleeping under the skylight, so she can watch the stars.
Down below, she could hear the familiar sound of conversation. She slowly lifted her massive head from the floor, cocking her head to the right for a better listen to what was being said. One of the grooms were meeting their brides! Excited, she shrunk herself to the size of a full grown cat and padded over to one of the many holes in the floor of her room/ceiling of the building. Peeking down through one particular hole, she could catch glimpses of bodies if she tilted her head just so to avoid the chandelier. She purred quietly, watching with increasing delight at the exchange. How romantic! To meet the soon-to-be love of your life! Kyta was so happy for the beautiful brunette that she forgot to feel jealous.
Kyta, being the last dragon, often forgot that she would spend the rest of her days alone. The thought was incredibly sobering, so it was not surprising when she agreed to come take part in this age-old ritual. I wonder what they think about this, she thought to herself, tilting her head to the left to catch a glimpse of the male walking across the room to join the growing group of mortals. Intrigued, Kyta gently laid down onto her forepaws to watch the goings on of the mortals beneath her. She did not worry about any of the finding out about her up here, as there were no steps to reach her room. It was built specifically for her, to escape from the impending drama of the situation, should it become too much from her. For now, she decided to wait to make her self known and to simply watch. Perhaps she would fly down to say hello during dinner.
Shifting her head to get a look at the door, Kyta almost laughed. Why are they putting their bags at the door and not their rooms? Kyta shifted her head again, turning her attention back to the group. Surely they didn't expect to be waited on hand-and-foot.... did they? Mortals were strange, strange creatures. Capable of so much, and yet constantly discovering ways to be even more lazy. Still, mortals were fascinating creatures. So clever, and so stupid, all at the same time. For how tiny their brains are, they have an incredible web of emotional twists and boundaries. Kyta was excited to see the reactions of each of the Brides. The grooms were important, sure, but the Brides were really the main focus here. She supposed the grooms were here to try and prove themselves, although in reality it might be the other way around.
The thought gave Kyta pause. If they had no choice in the matter, then why would it matter if they got along or not? Why force them away from their friends and family for so long to spend with a person they were going to be forced to spend the rest of their life with? The thoughts gave Kyta a headache. Shaking the overwhelming desire to cry for the mortals away, she again returned her attention to the party below her.