Waylon
He stood at the top of his citadel’s tower watching the arriving dragons as they flew over his land. It didn’t happen very often, but he’d been expecting it for a while now. One of them he could see with the use of Daxton’s sight was branded across their dragon's chest scales with the symbol of the Council of Dragons.
Three were approaching and only one of them was of the Council. The other two were likely to be the Council members' personal guards, which to Waylon showed he thought it was necessary to protect himself. He moved his eyes to the dragon guards and didn’t recognize them himself nor did it bring recognition to Daxton.
Those three Dragons hovered not far from his Citadel, and watched him as much as he stood watching them. ‘Not game to set foot on our lands.’ Daxton guf
