Fuel to the Flame

Xairo hadn’t really been one to seek out the company of others. Content on his own, it seemed that he was beginning to be content observing from a distance. But when Aresenn’s call echoed through the Polar Sound, he could not ignore it. He rose from his resting place, untamed azure coat glistening as the sun hit it, and left for the call.

As he neared, his eyes took in the sight before him. His father, an imposing figure of power and authority, was surrounded by his siblings for the most part. His eyes drifted over those who had assembled, landing on each one in turn. Each held a certain curiosity for their father's teachings, each with their own unique expressions. Xairo was no different. As much as he had always preferred solitude, there was an undeniable allure to the Emir’s lessons.

As Aresenn began to speak, every individual in the vicinity fell silent, fixating their undivided attention toward the towering figure. His voice echoed off the surrounding rock faces, adding a resonance that perfectly matched the gravity of his words.

"Xairo Saxe"