⟁▵・― @pestilight whispered :
It is a humid night. Full of rumbling on the horizon, dazzling flashes, mighty crashes. There is, strangely, little difference between the thunder of below and the thunder of above, but the air here is sweltering with something sacred — charged and quavering with a peal of Godsong from a passing divinity. In the wake of their breathtaking presence, Rauru feels revitalised — heartened — in a way things haven't been able to stoke from him in so very long. "Sister," he whispers in their tongue. He turns to her, something awed and soft lining the contours of his features. Beneath that deific radiance of the dragon's light, he makes a request he's asked of her over and over in their lives together, ever since he learnt that he could. "Will you dance to my song?"
Before he even questions, she has already risen to her feet, beckoned to the storm by the resonance in the skies and the gold that arcs across the gray. The rainfall pelts her skin and the wind is turbulent—but she takes no mind to how the elements dishevel and return her to be one with the cosmos. It is a familiar, looming, yet comforting presence even on the surface, a baleful reminder that they are only mortal, even on the foreign land below their feet, as it continues to billow in the heavens above.
“Of course,” a faint smile eched on her face, azure eyes glinting with every flash that lights the sky. She speaks and laughs so tenderly that the roar almost drowns her words. “I am not one to deny your request, dear brother. It has been a while, has it not?”