Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170806013615/@comment-17114085-20170807145212

Vaenyx flew over the gatehouse tower of the Summerwind Citadel and landed in the courtyard. Maeharion landed atop the tower behind them, his landing shook the tower a bit.

Oros looked down and their eyes met. He still has those same cold and disappointed eyes.

In the courtyard, some servants and guards had moved out of the way for Vaenyx's landing. They froze, shocked at sudden appearance of the dragon.

Oros ignored them, he looked straight at his father. Lord Daemor was in his late 50s, but carried himself with the same demeanor that Oros had always known of his father. He was a man that never showed any true emotions, he hid them well behind a cold and stoic face. However, whenever he looked at Oros the lad could see the disappointment and resentment in the man's eyes.

Oros was the black sheep of the family. His rebellious nature and un-lordly behavior brought shame to the good name of House Aeksion. Daemor tried numerous times to get his son to straight up and behave, but it always ended in failure. The last attempt caused the boy to run away from home.

Trego and Zoknal slowly jumped off Vaenyx, standing next to the dragon. Oros, however, remained on the saddle, making his father have to look up to him.

Daemor wore typical Valyrian noble clothing, white and hold with a Aeksion Dragon pin attacked to his breast. His hands were on a cane of sorts, it looked to be made of dragon bones and engraved with gold.

He never used a cane before...maybe old age is starting to catch up with him. Oros thought.

The silence between them only made the scene more tense. Trego tugged at his beard, uneasy, while Zoknal maintained a stoic composure.

It was Oros that finally broke the minutes long silence that gripped the courtyard. "So...father, you seemed to have been expecting me."

Daemor took a few moments to reply. "Did you think no one would notice Vaenyx when you returned to the peninsula? I received word of your arrival in Gelios long before you got here."

Oros shifted in his saddle.

"To think, even after all these years you do nothing but bring shame on our house." Daemor said. "I heard that you let two slaves ride atop your dragon, but I couldn't believe if until I saw it with my own eyes. Your grandfather must be turning in his grave."

"Slave? I'm no..." Trego muttered, irritated. Thankfully Zoknal grabbed his arm.

That touched a nerve with Oros as well. He got up from his saddle and jumped down in front of Vaenyx to stand at eye level with his father. "They are no slaves, these are my companions."

Daemor looked at the two men as one would look at an animal. "A Ghiscari and a..."

"Norvosi." Oros finished for him.

"Pff. I'll have a bath drawn up to wash their filth from Vaenyx." The Lord said and gestured for two servants to go off. "Have these two savages taken away from my castle. They're better fit for a place like Shanty Town."

"If you want them gone, then I'm leaving too." Oros threatned. "Though this time I'll never come back."

The two stared each other down for what seemed like hours.