Joseph
How long it's been since talons have touched his face with such care-? His ears drooped and his leaned with his face further into the talons of Ametrine, blinking slower due to the security he felt. "Ow man- why did I even give you that idea?" His secure looking eyes gazed up at Ametrine's grin, having to smile himself and ofc making another suggestion about him showing more emotions "You have a beautiful smile, you know that you sadist? Could do that more often" Romeo would encounter the feeling of butterfly-alert in his stomach at Ametrine desperately wanting him to stand for his word- but Romeo has promised and he knew that... What he knew as well that he has never been a great liar. His mother always knew exactly if he was really flying out her view to collect herbs and fruits from the nearby forest, or to sneak into the next small village to listen to street musicians and studying how they were playing their instruments. A long sighed escaped Romeo's snout which was still held with Ametrine's together- still not a single scale of rose turning white again on his face. "Good grief- my fault? You're really that interested out of the sudden..." He placed the easel on the ground and took a deep breath, feeling how his own talons became shivery again.

"Alright but only under the condition that you wont judge me for it- was just a dream-" While talking Romeo backed off a little as if he felt wrong taking about his dream while being so close to Ametrine's snout. "So-...I dreamed we both were flying together. Golden clouds and a pinkish red sky above us as our wing tips nearly touched... Aaannd-" Romeo broke off the eye contact with Ametrine and looked slightly ashamed, or unsure down on his talons with were still holding Ametrine's easel. "...We took a pause in the air, reaching out to each other's talons before we-...We would-" At this point it got clearer and clearer of how Romeo felt towards Ametrine. The dream worked him up enough to get his ears slowly reddish as well. "Anyways- we should be on our way, no? And it's fine, really. My stuff ain't that heavy so one easel would get me exhausted" He straightened his posture and held his wings leaned onto his sides. "Besides- if I'm already staying I should help my host, no?" Maybe he has witnessed Ametrine blush, open up and even let their snouts touch... But he still thought maybe the time hasn't come yet to tell Ametrine what his heart was longing for. *Love in first sight my boy~ that's how I met your father. Drunk in a bar nearly being involved in a rough conflict with other dragons, and there I met your father, ready to smash a bottle on his head... But instead he brought me home safely~* He remembered his mom once telling him while making the most gorgeous lasagne the world has witnessed.
Anna
He playfully pushed Romeo back with his talons - blowing a playful cloud of smoke that wasn't half as thick as when he was being genuine. "And give *You* The satisfaction of seeing *Me* Smile? Not happening." He felt a grin creeping across his face - he couldn't help it now- Romeo was making a stupid, cliche expression you'd only see in romantic plays - and he couldn't help but be confused - but also amused. "Yes - your fault, and I think I've told you way more than you *Deserved* To hear- so you're going to make good on our little deal." The artist nodded with a snobby, regal expression on his face as if he found it only fair - especially considering Romeo had *Promised* To tell him about whatever his little dream was about. If the truth was known, he didn't particularly care for whatever Romeo had dreamt about- not until he started dancing around the subject as if he were stepping on hot coals- *That* Certainly caught Ametrine's eyes and ears - which meant it *Had* To be interesting if he kept trying to change the subject. "Well- Now I'm going to judge you extra hard - almost as if I were judging one of my paintings- let's hope I don't decide to throw *You* In the furnace like all of those canvases." He chuckled - raising a brow as Romeo told him the story that took place in his dream - Ametrine of course holding his most sinister looking poker face, something he'd practiced for as long as he could remember- but he found it hard to maintain as he watched the musician fidget in place- stuttering and the scaled along his face turning so red they looked like the cherries that grew seasonally in the orchard just beneath his mountain home. 

"Pft! Having awfully romantic dreams about a dragon you just met, hmm? Quite the dreamer and the romantic- though I suppose those qualities serve you well as a musician - though they'd do well if you were an actor or poet as well." He bumped Romeo's snout with his in a loving manner before turning away - finally letting go and retu

Rning to making his preparations for their day in town. "Yes, I suppose you would do well to make yourself useful." He nodded affirmingly. "But don't carry too much - dropping that guitar would be quite the crime." He snorted, as he gathered the rest of his things - leaving just the easel for Romeo to grab before he jumped off the ledge, opening his wings at the last possible second to avoid crashing into the tree line below as he headed for the distant town. 

It took them only a few minutes to make it there - and Ametrine was right, this was the busiest time of day - dragons, mostly skywings- of all socioeconomic backgrounds from farmers to the most regal looking members of nobility that came out all this way simply to see the changing of the leaves- perhaps the only time of the year they left their little holes in the mountainside. The moment the two landed a few dragons looked over across the cobblestone streets - shops on either side of the massive clearing that made up the city center. The scent of fudge, coffee, cookies and all kinds of other fall delights filled the air around the massive central fountain Ametrine had led them to.

He set up his things, got his pallet ready - and adjusted it so Romeo was in front of him - his last painting was one of the few he enjoyed- so... Maybe if he had the same muse he'd be just as pleased as he was before- besides... He wanted to capture Romeo's truest nature on the canvas this time - when he was playing music and singing, and so he got to work mixing paints- a few dragons seeming to take notice of and recognizing him - mostly the flowery nobles, princes, princesses and the likes asking out loud to each other if he was going to paint *Them* - hoping to put the idea in the artists head- but Ametrine didn't *Paint* For free- especially when it came to cocky royals who had more than enough coin to generously fill his pockets. If they wanted to be painted, they could *Get in line* - behind the dozens of dragons that were waiting for a letter of acceptance and a scheduled date to be a model.
Joseph
Romeo's gaze filled with surprise as Ametrine made an actual joke to his so embarrassing dream he barely had the guts to tell. Somewhat he felt- disappointment. Somewhat he felt like karma hit him for not taking Ametrine's threats serious and so getting his own taste. It was fair- of some sort, but the hopeful nearly teasingly warmth in his chest slowly turned into his stomach feeling heavier. "Yeah- im agreeing with you... Very pathetic and veeery-...*Artistic*?" Romeo chuckled, tho it was more a played facade he barely managed to keep up right, clenching his talons around the easel. Ofc the bump with Ametrine's snout made him smile again, even if it was only temporarily. Was he really not satisfied with what he finally achieved? Ametrine was so said reincarnated, gaining another chance to open up this time to someone which had no doubt they would stay friend forever... So Romeo still felt thankful, and still was glad for the skywings apparently finding more enthusiasm in his life. *It's time to finally count how many soul crafted paintings wouldn't meet the internal flames.* Romeo watched how Ametrine jumped off the cliff, spreading his wings before getting a rough hug from Mother Nature and flying elegantly towards their destination. As much as Romeo wanted to do the same he knew Skywings had larger wings, built for longer flights and manoeuvres his wings could never perform. He chose the safe way of following Ametrine, checking ever so often on the guitar on his back if the belts wouldn't loosen. 

Unsure what impressed Romeo more- the amount of dragons which gathered beneath them, or the immense amount of shops and the busyness in between-...There were those beautiful scents as well, some triggering Romeo's memories of his childhood. He wondered when the last time was he had a piece of cake-... A plate of cookies, in sugar roasted nuts.

Maybe if he gathered enough money from his music today- he would spent some of it to invite Ametrine on... Something he'd like... What Romeo still had to figure out. The Sandrain landed beside Ametrine, still in awe by the city and it's massive amount of dragons... Which luckily made him forget about his frustration moments ago. "Here I- dunno what angle you'd prefer so- heh-" Romeo just placed the easel in front of Ametrine, at least trying to figure a position of the legs that wouldn't cause it to shake whenever Ametrine drew a line. One issue still creeped in Romeo's neck. Eyes. So many of them, some looking at Ametrine *Which was more than relatable to Romeo*, but some where also pointing at him, inspecting him as if he was some abstract artwork- or worse- they saw him as someone weird, someone that wouldn't fit in between those crowds. He wasn't even purely one species- Romeo could read those judges from the eyes of some dragons observing him. Romeo nearly forgot how well known Ametrine actually was- and the thought he could be seen worse by being seen together with such disgrace he is-...*No Romeo, you ain't a disgrace. Maybe not one pure species, but the eyes of an artist called him several times a pretty being- so he should believe that, no??* Nervously he clipped his guitar off his back, opening his seconds empty bag and placing it in front of himself on the ground. One more nervous gaze would perk over to Ametrine, slight discomfort in his eyes. "D-do those nobles recognise you...? Isn't it a bad idea that you are seen together with me? I- I'm nervous-...What songs does skywings society enjoy??" He held tightly onto his guitar- somewhat wishing the neck would be replaced with one of Ametrine's talons, sitting on his hint legs while straightening his posture to look less miserable.
Anna
Ametrine was bust sketching the lines for the scene- little groves in the stone path, perspectives concerning the angle at which he was able to view the buildings around Romeo - he tapped his snout with a thinking talon, deep in a sea of thought before being clawed out by the sound of Romeo's voice. He looked over at the nobles - dressed in glittery jewels and gaudy amounts of gold, silver, and sapphire. He uttered an annoyed ground - tempted to blow a cloud of smoke in their direction to get them to disperse- but he exercised self-control while Romeo was around - he didn't want the sandrain to get off on the wrong talon amongst the people in town because *He* Was full of pride and brimming malice for his clientele. "Yes... They probably know me, but I don't know them. Might've heard I'm working on the queen's portrait or something." He winced at Romeo's self-criticism, hissing his next words... "I *Don't* Care what *They* Think. If they don't like the fact I'm with you here today, they then can just *Leave* - I'm not concerned with what others think of me... If you haven't caught on yet, I'd rather they hate me than like me. You're the exception of course- for now anyways. As for music - you're the bard, no? You're here to sell your craft - play something from the heart - make it count. Any genre will do, especially from you. You look different, but don't let that dissuade you or corner you into playing a specific way - show them *Just* How different you are on the inside just as much as you are on the outside." He continued sketching out the background - unable to get started on Romeo until he started playing. He wanted to capture the look on the sandrain's snout when he played - when he did something he *Truly* Enjoyed. 

"Don't worry- I'm right here... Pretend like you're playing for me - y'know, like last night." Heat simmered in his face as he said that - though he couldn't quite pin down the reason as to why that was the case. "Your music is..." He huffed - g

Lancing at the dragons around them- dragons he didn't particularly care for- dragons... He definitely didn't want to expose his softer side to- but if it was for Romeo - then so be it. "Your music is beautiful, Romeo. I've never been one for enjoying that kind of stuff- but... You changed that I guess- *But* Don't let it go to your head." He huffed - trailing his tail over to Romeo's and gently wrapping the tip of his tail around his in a reassuring manner. "So... Won't you play for me again?" Ametrine looked him in the eyes as he put the finishing lines down on the canvas for the background. He had no idea Romeo had an anxious streak - when he played just the other day he oozed the confidence of a professional musician - but here, in a crowd - he looked almost lost. Was it because he was in a new place? The Sky Kingdom? Or was it because he was surrounded by nobledragons from the ruby red capital city that had all stopped at the sight of Ametrine. He *Knew* He'd draw eyes to Romeo - and now was his big break, all he had to do was show them all just how talented he was- Ametrine *Knew* He could do it- he just had to try.