The Nexus was a truly impressive place. Located on an island just off Northrend's west coast, the home of the Blue Dragonflight was a palace carved from ice, stone and magic. Several rings hovered above the structure in the ground, surrounding a beam of magic that torrented up into the sky. The leylines of Azeroth flowed towards this place and the natural arcane magic was tamed by this structure. It already looked massive from the outside and the spells filling every rune that covered its impressive, black and blue design, ensured that the insides were larger than reason allowed. Anduin knew that much from previous reports.
He would have loved to verify that for himself. He was sure the sights would be wondrous. However, the meeting he was now attending took place above the palace. The leadership of the flight was in the air around the Nexus, hovering on the spot or flying in impatient circles. The particularly old and influential dragons were seated on platforms that elevated through the magic they harnessed from the leylines. Anduin and his harem were also given one such platform.
Apparently, this was the same kind of gathering as had been had after Malygos, the original Aspect of Magic, died. He had been succeeded by Kalecgos, appointed by the collective agreement of the flight transferring the Titan-granted spark from Malygos to him. Kalecgos had now given that very same spark up, leaving another such agreement to be reached.
Many of the decisions had already been made inside the Blue Dragonflight. Of course, they had already agreed to join Anduin. The main question, which they had debated without him, was whether they should take the route of their bronze or their red and green brethren. Should their leader be one of Anduin's women or someone independent?
Making it so the Aspect of Magic was another one of Anduin's sex slaves had its perks. Their leader would be able to benefit from the High King's wisdom and sit right by the throne that would govern the world. It showed that they were acting in accordance with this new age. At the same time, appointing someone to retain the old ways would leave them with more independence.
In the end, the dragons had decided to go with the former, much to Anduin's delight. Now he was there to witness just exactly who was willing to lead the blue dragons and subjugate themselves to him.
A couple of eager, female dragons landed on the platform that hovered in the centre of their gathering. They were old and majestic, beings of ancient power and beauty. Large dragons and, once transformed, beautiful women. Each spoke in turn about what they wanted for the flight's future and all seemed to be genuine. Yet, none of them were blessed with the consensus of the flight. The readiness Anduin had been promised was dashed by the fact that the selection simply did not happen. Because this was a purely subconscious thing, they couldn't simply elect someone either.
When the last of the candidates moved from the stage, they were all left with awkward silence. Anduin considered moving in and speaking on behalf of one of these women, but none of them had tickled his fancy either. They were all beautiful, yes, and he would have gladly fucked any of them but none of them had the spark that made them a candidate for a wife or a permanent sex slave.
In the uncertainty, some of the candidates started demanding a second try and general debate broke out about what to do next. Many apologized to Anduin, who assured it wasn't an issue and just wondered if they had to postpone the event.
"...Politics is still a squabble, no matter how many aeons pass...," a voice silenced the flight and all eyes travelled to the massive dragon that now slowly rose on top of his platform. An ancient among ancients and large enough to rival even the aspects, the dragon who spoke spread out his wings. The leathery membrane was of a darker colour and less firm than of his younger counterparts. When he flew, Anduin could practically hear the creaking of his wings. Still, he managed to sail the short distance to the central platform.
Senegos was the oldest dragon, the aspects themselves excluded, still alive and certainly the oldest blue dragon. His presence at this gathering alone was nothing short of a miracle. He had no power left to fly from the arcane lake in the Shattered Isles, where he lived out the rest of his waning days, to the Nexus. Instead, he had been teleported in via a concerted effort.
"Grandfather!" a much smaller, female dragon followed the massive being and landed on the edge of the platform. Despite being on the smaller side of things, speaking to her relative youth to the other contenders, she still had to transform back into her humanoid form to fit onto the platform with him.
She took the form of a high elf. Her skin was pale and had a light silver shimmer to it. Her hair was of an icy, pale blue and her eyes glowed with the same colour. Her lips were also blue, not in a sickly but instead deeply enticing way. Like the elves whose likeness she took, her ears and eyebrows were elongated, her figure slender and her proportions balanced. Not that Anduin could make out too much of her, as she was one of the few to still wear her robes.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I am doing a last service on my old days, little starlight," Senegos stated and picked the tiny woman up with his claws. Despite each of it being large enough to squash her, the young woman was entirely unbothered.
"You should rest AND you are certainly not the kind of person the High King is attracted to," she berated, while she was placed on the dragon's right palm.
"Correct, but you most certainly will be," the ancient dragon told her. This left his granddaughter baffled for long enough that he could continue. "Anduin, young and powerful one, I do not wish to waste your time and not to spend more of my own. We all know why we agreed to this - for our species to continue. Knowing that you have the trust of the Dragonqueen, the Awakened and the Aspect of Time, I feel confident to offer you my granddaughter, Stellagosa. Give her what the fallen Naltharion took from her: the opportunity to have children."
"I can't be the Aspect of Magic!" Stellagosa protested. "I have to take care of you!"
"My days are numbered and you should have someone to care for after me. That aside, I deserve another generation of grandchildren."
