Elias lay back against a tree contentedly munching on an apple. The elf sat back, bare chested beneath the midday summer sun. With his eyes closed he hummed a tune, bare feet sitting in the cool grasses as he relaxed.
A shadow passed over him, and he glanced up. Two dragons descended from above. One was sleek, svelte, her elegant silver scales glimmering. Even sleeker for a dragon she certainly had the bulk of one with powerful wings and widened hips, a tail that flicked behind her. The other dragon was clad in gold. A much bulkier frame, the ground shook as she landed alongside him, warmth from her body heat reaching him even where he sat. The wind teased their pleasant aromas towards him, the gold scented like saffron and silver like fresh rains. Remaining calm he took another bite of apple.
"Afternoon."
The gold dragon's eyes drew over his body as the silver approached him. "Elias, we've heard about you.. certain details about you.."
Finishing his apple he tossed it aside. "Good details or burnt to a crisp details?"
The silver dragon made a charming laugh, turning sultry at the end. Her head snaked closer to him, the gold dragon casting her an annoyed look as she stepped closer.
"Details about your.. vitality. The problem is, we both want to steal you." She pouts as she nuzzles his chest, "its dreadful and awful."
"Volka wants to take you back. But I deserve to have you to myself." The gold dragon growls, standing with a prideful air.
"And that is Sypho, she thinks she can just have you. That's why we're here," she whispers closer to his ear, "to catch you in between."
His cheeks reddened before he spoke, a lighter sound of dragon laughter escaping Volka's jaws at his more immediate reaction. "It won't be without its rewards to you, and maybe we'll find a way to take turns with you."