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A single candle sat on the desk, slowly melting, as the overflow stopper began to overfill, causing liquid wax to drip on the hardened wood. White polish slowly was building up over time; an hour ago, the candle was completely new, and ink bottles were fuller. 

The wind whispered through the castle and all of Ephae; a storm was somewhat brewing. Dapping of snow could be heard on the outer walls of the room and window, glancing to the frosted glass; Icarus let out a sigh which formed visible particles to disperse in front of him. His room was becoming colder and colder by each minute, but he seemed to be ignoring his physical discomforts at the time. 
It somewhat helped to be a dragon in a cold area since he could fluctuate his temperature at minimal control. Colden air was beginning to upset the first few layers of his skin, but his internal temperature was fuming, and this could have been because his anger rose with the thoughts of King Gysia of Yukar. 

Clutching his hand quickly, he didn't show any patience while snapping his quill in half. The after crips were fluttering and falling to the desk and ground while he let it all go, "[color=838FC9]Why would he do this to my people? We have done nothing wrong,[/color]" vocalizing his concern aloud. The Outlands were in no condition, and Icarus had no documentation of Outlanders attacking any resources; he usually was on top of things. Still, he did not believe his people were trying to cause an issue with the other kingdoms. 

Standing up caused the chair to squeal against the hardened ground, which was tile or rock of some sort, his bare feet hardly having ridges, so his footsteps were quiet even to himself. 
Pacing around the room, he stroked his fingers into his hair while approaching the window and viewing the storm outside, "[color=838FC9]What am I going to do?[/color]" asking while trying to think of an answer for himself. His kingdom was in ruins even after 300 years, and he couldn't fix everything at once. If he could, the place would most likely be flourishing again, but he didn't want to cause any issues with the other kingdoms, at least for the time being. 

Touching the cold glass, he was thinking of things he could do, though he did not want to make any rash decisions at this time. He would be meeting with the council within the next couple of weeks, and he couldn't afford to do something foolish under their view. 
Coldness stayed on his palm when he took his hand away from the glass, and a handprint began to form where he once was. 

A repetitive chirping began to ring from behind him as he glanced over his shoulder. Chuckling with a smile that started to initiate its way onto his expression, "[color=838FC9]Only mother can understand you,[/color]" he stated while almost partially forgetting one of his siblings was in his room.
The child was not looking for a regular human but would be confused with a cute pet if one did not know any better. The elongated snake showed white fur all over its body, small horn nubs beginning to form on his head, and four legs hiding under itself. 

Going over and picking the youngling with careful intent, "[color=838FC9]Let's bring you to mother, you do not need to watch me while I worry about the kingdom,[/color]" Icarus explained while walking out of his room. The small furred dragon wrapped itself around an arm to anchor it from moving or falling, adjusting its wings while looking up at its eldest brother. Younglings cannot change form as maturer dragons do, so they are very vulnerable. A reason dragon parents do not inform others about the children they have. 
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