it's pronounced "Mee-Low"

There wasn’t a place that the dragonkin felt more at home at than the waters. While the skies were a very close second, as a dragonkin that had an affinity for water, being able to be submerged in its depths or feel the ripples in the water as it adjusted to his size was hard to beat. And as he swam through Seawater Lake, Azur couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his lips - a sight that was rare to see, given how emotionless he often came across - as he swam through the depths, using his hydrokinetic abilities to create a water bubble around his mouth and nose that acted as a respirator.

Of course, that only prolonged the inevitable - that he would have to eventually surface for air, as even with the water bubble, he had to resurface to deposit the carbon dioxide that he breathed out - and after roughly an hour underneath the water, he finally broke the surface, the water rippling around his body from the movements. And as his eyes adjusted to being above water, his body shimmering from the water that accumulated on his skin and causing his muscles to glisten in the sunlight, he noted that there was someone else there.

Lulled into unassuming calm, he wasn’t prepared for the surprise, when something splashed up out of the water, and he hopped up, almost in a crouch. His fear subsided mostly, when he saw it was just a man. But then he remembered, this was the Chateau, and a man could be any monster of any kind. He wasn’t used to being around so many unusual supernaturals, living his life up ‘til now among the normal humans. And this man had appeared from under the water, where there hadn’t been anyone for quite a while. 

“I uh... Was just enjoying the sun,” he answered, cautiously. 

Miles liked to keep himself busy, not one for sitting still for too long the dragonkin was more often than not, out instead of found in his own rooms. Recently returned from a scavenging trip that didn’t supply much this time, he dropped off what he had collected in the kitchens and made his way through the chateau. With no real destination in mind he mostly wandered until he found something that interested him, which was usually a someone instead of a something. “Sup.” He said, hand raised almost awkwardly in greeting as hazel eyes landed on the other. One thing was for sure, Miles wasn’t the smoothest, an awkward creature at best, like he wasn’t entirely comfortable in his own skin even after 300 years. 

But here... So many supernatural people. Back home, it’d just been his family and a couple others, but now he’d found himself immersed in a whole society of people with powers, most far greater than his own. It was like being a pledge in a fraternity, and all the other brothers had spent years connecting into a tight social clique. 

But then, every now and then, someone will offer an olive branch. And the boy calling out an awkward hello was cute, which definitely made Milo ears perk. He turned and smiled to the fresh face. “Hey dude,” he replied softly. “How’s it hangin?”