Drayven's ashen scarlet wings opened above the garden, catching the air as his girlfriend's startled protest followed them off the balcony.
Whoosh!
A powerful beat sent a gust through the nearest lounges... Fabric screens flapped against their frames, and a nobleman interrupted his conversation to glare after them.
Drayven glared back, and the baron lowered his head, not daring to offend a noble from the Scarlet Dracara Kingdom.
Drayven angled his wings and glided toward the lower walkway... the guests and attendants moved aside to clear his landing while irritated remarks followed; though no one stepped forward to confront him.
They knew why Dracara Trueborns acted so brazenly across the Expanse... their kingdom held sway over the Eighth Sky Province and ranked among the twenty most powerful forces in the Boundless Expanse.
Few guests would risk a confrontation with someone from such a background over poor manners.
