Wyvern of the Wind

Sol-Lucet Aureum

"Let me review this real quick, Dawn." Tempest said. Her claws dug into the hardened soil of the barren hill after she placed some runes on Aether's frail body. "You and this little traitor over here made a deal with each other before our assault?"

Crimson scoffed. "Well, if you put it that way-"

"Shut it. It's not your place to speak." Tempest quickly retorted to the red wyvern. Crimson let out a grunt.

"Well, with all due respect, Saar." Crimson said, his words laced with bitterness. "Aether's my son. And I have the right to protect him, don't I?"

Tempest ignored him, her eyes completely on Dawn. "Did you?"

Dawn sighed. "Yes, Tempest. I already said it. I know that Crimson wouldn't hurt my son, not after-"

"You do know that he turned his back on his own comrades to save a dead wyvern! A dead wyvern, that no longer needed saving anymore 'cuz he's GONE!"

Dawn scowled, holding her breath. 

"You know that he wasn't dead then." she said, her tail then pointed at Crimson. "He could've saved him if it weren't for you getting in the way.."

Tempest growled. "Don't you dare blame all of this on me, Dawn." she spoke. 

Dawn bit her tongue, and Crimson placed a protective wing around her. His injuries were wrapped in bandages, and his neck was a bit stiff from the projectile striking from behind him. His tail was chained with ancient runes to purify him.

Meanwhile, Aether lay down all curled up, half asleep and covered in healing and purifying runes. He listened to the conversation that they had prior as symbols scattered around him in a circle.

Crimson is my father..he thought, looking at the wyvern with scales that held the color of death: midnight scattered among his scales and cold, yellow eyes. Aether could still feel his pelt shudder at his father's appearance. Who would feel safe if anyone looked at a wyvern who had the color of death for scales, and who had horns and spikes scattered all over his face and body?

Besides, any symbol of death always carries a terrible omen...

And not to mention, he had light armor on some of his limbs and wings, and his tail had a spear-halberd hybrid weapon attached to it.

So, him being a warrior is true...

"T-Thank you.." Aether began to say, his voice still weak from shock and injury. "..for saving me."

Crimson looked towards the young feathered wyvern, his bright amber eyes contrasted against his dark scales. Aether could only look on in sheer terror, as it reminded him of the creature's face. Noticing this, Crimson quickly looked away.

"Don't thank me. It's what any father would've done, Aether." he finally said. "Whether they made a deal to or not."

Aether was still somewhat frightened of his own father, but he let out a sigh of relief knowing that he seemed to be a rather good-hearted wyvern, despite what Tempest thought of him.

Tempest then got up. "I'll fetch us a meal. Dawn. Maintain Aether's runes for me, will you?"

Dawn didn't respond as Tempest immediately took off. The pale wyvern headed to her son and began to oversee the magical runes that is healing her son.

"Get some rest, Aether," she said as she wrapped her tail around him. "You'll need it."

She nuzzled her child as he slowly fell asleep. 

"Goodnight, mom," he whispered before succumbing to slumber.

Crimson watched from afar. He wanted to approach Dawn once more. There's so much he wanted to say, and so much he wanted the both of them to do as they were separated for so long.