Flamecaller Vs Lightweaver
Ciel looked up at the large imperial. Kuzimu had lowered himself just enough to read the ever-changing slab of rock in front of them. The enchanted rock's words made both their hearts feel heavy and painful.
The Flamecaller vs The Lightweaver.
According to the following few paragraphs, the Flamecaller demanded words with the Light deity. She had been insulted when the Lightweaver dismissed the fiery goddess's sorrow over the loss - or rather, the incorporation into an emperor - of one of her children. The other gods had since stalled the squabble, but it still made the two dragons uneasy.
"Flamemother attacked her." Kuzimu rumbled. Horror struck him, as he realized it very easily could have been him that was merged into an Emperor. His timely leave of the Ashfall Waste may have been the one thing that saved him. If any later... The Flamecaller would have been mourning him, and not a more unfortunate dragon.
"Lightmother attacked her heart." Ciel whispered. Disbelief hummed in his mind. He had always known the Lightweaver to be kind and gentle. Sweet and nurturing, ready to accept any and all with open arms and an even more open heart. To purposefully disregard the pain of another was something the small mirror had thought impossible of her. He wondered if it would have been better for him to have been born to Lightning like his father had been. At least then, he wouldn't have know such hurt.
Kuzimu straightened himself up. He turned from the slab and looked up towards the ceiling. The skylight that had been painstakingly built over the last few years sent bright, beautifully colored light towards the open space of the Hub. Dragons were trading happily, Locke was trying to convince a serthis clan member to share some sort of history, families were relaxing together. Ciel didn't need to look at all to know his family, his pack, were running their daily hunting drills. Distantly they could hear Abaddon's voice, talking about the Beastclans and how they relate to them now.
"We must leave at once." Kuzimu said. "I will speak with Abaddon, and search for isolated islands for myself and the other imperials to live on for the time being. We cannot pose any sort of threat to our harmony."
Ciel nodded, his mind still reeling with confusion and conflict. The ground shook slightly as Kuzimu walked off. Ciel didn't know what the imperial was so worried about. The only dragons that even bothered caring about their island clan were those on the shores, and even then they only visited to trade and hawk their wares. No dragon dared to challenge or even playfully tease the imperials. The only ones that could feasibly hurt them were Abaddon and Spirited.
Regardless, the mirror chose to turn away from the slab as well. Arcana would kill him for missing out on too much of the drill. It would help ease his mind at least, about the conflict between the gods. He wasn't sure what would happen next, or if their little island was even remotely safe. Pressing a hand against the wall of the mountain Hub, he quickly whispered "Earthshaker protect us" before hurrying over to his pack.
