Juanita
The head butler of the Ice Palace swaggered through the ice sculpture garden- the night air was cold and crisp- just how he liked it, the stars dotted the sky in a brilliant display upon the deep, blue canvas of the cosmos and the three moons hung in the sky brilliantly like pears. At this time- the gardens were typically quiet- unpopulated... Not many of the nobles appreciated the novelty provided by the beautifully crafted structures like Calve did- and perhaps in truth, once you'd seen it twice or thrice- it might get droning for those that say they appreciate the craft rather than actually appreciate it.

The sculptures were of various forms, non-representational, abstract, realist... Some of the sculptures were his. Indeed, Calve enjoyed sculpting in his free-time, though he could never tell if his works were displayed because of his status- or if he was a *Good* Artist- something about that always troubled him, but he'd never tell another soul of his insecurity- especially within the walls of the great palace- rumors spread like a sheet of ice across the sapphire lake- to be honest in such a setting was self-sabotage- so even though he was technically off the job... He had to maintain the dignified demeanor of a servant above all else- though perhaps a snowflake of his soul wished he could be a little more- genuine.
Dennis
A rather... Let's say 'renowned' Icewing was doing quite the same. He'd paused to stop and stare at one of Calve's own sculptures, though he didn't know that it was his just yet. He held a small penguin close to his chest as he sat down in the snow, his tail tip flicking slightly beside him. He tilted his head so that his good eye would be able to see the sculpture better, an ear twitching to get a stray bit of snow off of it. His forked tongue flicked out of his mouth not unlike a snake's. 

He heard the other Icewing coming, and looked over to him. He recognized him from when they crossed paths before, but they never actually managed to speak to each other. His meetings with the King had always been very private. 
"Ah. Hello... It seems you're a connoisseur of ice yourself, mm? I've seen you here before. And around the palace, of course... You're the Head Butler, correct?"
Juanita
Calve wasn't expecting company to say the least- seeming to jolt in the direction of the sound of Amurs voice. He looked over quickly to see a familiar figure- well- familiar as in a professional setting- but even still, the icewing never ceased to set off alarm bells in the butler's mind- he knew better than most how... Potentially brutal some of Amur's hits could be- and worse than that- at the drop of a scale- it made him nervous just being in the same room as the dragon- let alone being in the same room *Alone* With him. Regardless of how he felt, he put on his best award-winning smile, and carefully stepped forward to be - somewhat beside Amur - though at a respectable distance that denoted either respect or hinted at the fact he was afraid despite his body-language and expression saying otherwise. 

"Indeed, to both questions~. Though, to be frank- I'm surprised you remember me... Though that's not to speak poorly on your ability to recall of course- simply that we've yet to have the opportunity to speak to each other outside of my signature 'yes sir'." He softly chuckled- silently walking on eggshells and hoping not to offend the leader of the Ice Kingdom's biggest sect of organized crime. 

"I find time to visit this place from time to time- it's therapeutic - really." The butler finally turned his head to take in the sight of his own sculpture- ears swiveling backwards for a split-second - but perking back up with a sense of cautious excitement- he had never actually been around to see the visitors who visited during the day to see anyone look at his work- so he was both afraid- but also ready to hear the thoughts and criticisms of another dragon.

The sculpture itself depicted the form of an Icewing reaching up and cradling the word in it's right palm. The expression of the ice dragon was stoic- but also somewhat sorrowful, or devoid of hope. It was a pretentious piece to say the least- but perfectly in-line with Calve's worldview. "S-so... What do you think of this one... If you don't mind me asking, of course." There was a soft gleam in his eye that betrayed his professional tone and bodylanguage that remained as rigid as the sculpture before them.
Dennis
"Well, I'm flattered that you remembered me. I know I come to the palace relatively often for someone who isn't royalty, but I do try to stay mostly out of others' ways. It's usually best if most dragons don't see me around there, considering my reputation."
He shrugged, giving his pet penguin some little head pats before petting it gently, being careful of his jagged claws.

"... So do I."
His head tilted in intrigue, watching him with his one good eye. He took in his question, before looking back to the sculpture in order to think about it.
"... I think that I've heard of a story just like this before. An Icewing being forced to hold up the world, I believe it was? Was that the inspiration for it? If so, you captured the story perfectly. It's exactly how I imagined that dragon. If not... Then perhaps it was fate. You being the Head Butler, I wouldn't be surprised if you felt that you had to hold up the entire world by yourself as well. After all, it's a rather tedious job. I used to do something very similar, so I understand the feeling."
Juanita
Calve was quick to proclaim- "I remember each and every one of our esteemed guests~ So long as they are esteemed of course- I can't quite recall the faces of tourists." He let out a playfully snort - listening to Amur talk about his reputation was- interesting, it was almost like it might've been- regrettable. The butler was perhaps a bit too nervous to comment on such a topic- feeling he couldn't give a satisfying answer, and certainly not wanting to get on his bad side- nobles were easy to deal with, petty- snobby- and two-faced, but they were predictable- the same Calve couldn't really tell to be true or false for Amur. 

He couldn't help but have a faint blue streak run across his face at the compliment regarding his work- and seeming to note he was the one that made it as well. It perhaps wasn't the wisest to stroke Calve's ego- but it did bring a smile to his face. "I'm truly flattered you took notice... Of, well- everything-" He chortled awkwardly. "You'd be surprised how references to stories are lost on my typical clientele- you'd figured they'd be well-read in their comfortable positions- but... Ah- though I suppose it's not really my place to say that." He bowed his head in apology and respect- listening to Amur's words closely.

"Yes... Actually- it can be taxing sometimes... Though, that's not to say I don't adore my profession- of course! I'm honored to work for King Hyperborean. His majesty is truly exceptional- what the nobility lack, he makes up for tenfold, truly the master of this estate." His voice was an eerie combination of professionalism, and a subtle enthusiasm- like he believed what he was saying wholeheartedly- but at the same time, it felt almost like a pre-programmed - if not robotic response. "While it is difficult, there's nowhere else I'd rather be... It is- my purpose..." His ears flicked up at the mention of Amur's experience in the same industry. "Oh? I'm surprised a dragon as powerful as yourself ever had the need to work as I do- Seems you could move a mountain with your talons alone..." He smiled warmly and bowed his head once more as if confirming the sentiment was genuine.
Dennis
"Who can? Tourists are the most obnoxious of us all, yet they fade into crowds of themselves so well." He wrinkled his nose is amusement. 
"Ah, I don't think I'd be surprised at all. Being well-read is something for those *Not* In comfortable positions, from what I've experienced. Those in comfortable positions have parties, and events, and dragons to go talk to, and shopping to do, and all this. They have such lives filled to the brim with their whimsies, that they needn't take a break from their world. Their world is already a break for them. Those who must do the tedious work for them, however... They need an escape. Such as myths, stories, scrolls and books... Songs to sing around a fire. Oh, and don't worry too much. You're off the clock, and it's only us around. It seems we share many sentiments after all."

"Of course. The best work is the most taxing. It may not seem like it, but my line of work is rather taxing as well. There's so many moving pieces, it's almost like running a kingdom within a kingdom. It's exhausting, frankly. Having to keep track of who's betrayed who and who's allies with who and blah blah blah. I enjoy my work, but I can't say that I don't look forward to leaving it behind one day, far off in the future of course."
His penguin slipped out of his grasp and started running away, only to be stopped by its leash. He tugged it back into the safety of his arms without a glance over to it.
"Ah, well... Those who've never moved a single snowflake can't even think to move a snowbank, let alone a mountain. It took me many years to work up to where I am today."

He thought for a bit, considering something.
"Mm. You do commission work, yes?"
Juanita
The butler had a good laugh at Amur's comments regarding everything from the tourists to the nobles- seemed despite having status and the power to put a dragon in an ice block at the wave of his talons- he was almost terrifyingly down to earth. It almost felt wrong- and he was sure to continue to be careful explicitly offending him- but he figured he could test the waters and if they were too warm- well- he'd have to hope it didn't mean a quick loss of life, though he figured Hyperborean would at *Least* Be perturbed by losing the head butler. 

With a new confidence in mind, he nodded at Amur when he mentioned Calve being off the clock. "Your words ring true- I wonder if nobility has always been so... Detached from the world around them?" As Amur spoke- it almost seemed like their careers could be compared to an extent. "I... Had no idea you'd feel that way about your work. Rarely do powerful dragons in the palace regret *Anything*- but it almost seems like in having it all, you've lost what freedom you might've had before." He blinked and manually shrugged off his caution for the sake of getting to know Amur a little more. "Maybe... That's why *You* Were drawn to my sculpture? If I feel burdened - I can't imagine how it feels to run an entire organization. I hope... I hope one day you can find that peace you're after. From one overworked and exhausted icewing to another."

Calve seemed to go from afraid- to intrigued by Amur- and the proposition of commission work was flattering beyond belief- "W-well, no... I mean- I've never done it before. I mostly sculpt for myself really- but I would be happy to do something for you!" He smiled from ear to ear - he seemed less prim and proper and more relaxed to say the least- though with the excitement of new opportunities came the dread of somehow messing up - especially when it came to a big shot like Amur. "I could get started... Moons... Tomorrow? Oh and if you'd like you're welcome to watch my process!"
Gloria
They rlly went "Omg u like sculptures?"
"Yes omg"
"Let's be besties" HAHSHHD

I'll respond to this tomorrow :3
Robert
Art really brings dragons together 🥹 - canon for one of the reasons Ametrine still does art now- even though his parents kinda forced him into it .
Gloria
Damn, at least he still vibes with it HDVHDHD