He'd always had a way with those stones. No other dragon Azmirian had ever met or heard of had ever been able to create those song stones. Ti-iyian was a wonder, no doubt about it, and the best friend Azmirian could ever ask for. Ti- didn't treat him like some revered powerful dragon that was to be appeased at every moment. Ti- treated Azmirian like he would any other dragon, with respect and friendship. For that, the GuiderDragon was ever grateful. Ti- was the most faithful companion he had ever had, even if most thought the sleek to be mad.
The GuiderDragon turned his dark head to look at his friend's distant gaze for a moment before smiling again and standing. The pure moonlight from above played with the warm firelight from below to create a swirling mosaic of color over his streamlined form. His deep blue body swirled black and purple with the fire, and his forest green armour scutes glinted with his motion, reflecting whichever source of light touched the surface. He stretched his huge wings over himself and Ti-, huge black and ivory webbing working wonders with the light from either side. But most striking were his eyes. They gleamed silver, bright and pure, pensive slitted pupils looking down to the Greatfire below them and the swirls of color from the dragons flying from place to place in the early night.
With a nod to Ti-iyian, he beat his wings downwards once with power and lifted smoothly into the air. A few strokes later he was lazily spiralling down to ground level and the Greatfire.