Stephanie
Evergreen stepped into the gardens slightly hunched and looked around. His spikes were pressed down on his neck and he flicked his tail slightly. He was *Sure* He had been assigned somewhere in the castle. That's what the guard captain had said, right? 

He flicked his tail again and sighed, starting for the entrance to the castle that came from the garden. He could've sworn the guard said ice garden entrance. He turned around and held his spear in the rigid position he had been trained to do. He never did this when he was stationed out on that iceberg. He never saw anybody all day so there was no point. 

He was also quite small compared to the other IceWings around him that were his age, so he looked kind of silly. Either way, he stood at the entrance, watching the dragons in the gardens as they went about their business.
Renee
One of those dragons was King Hyperborean, his size quite obvious amogst the other dragons. His other quite obiovus feature was the black tips on the top of his spikes and talons, as his gaze glanced over to the small-ish Ice'Wing. Or, as he saw, someone who wasn't supposed to be there. He did at first walk by, before conversing with a guard nearby, to escort some other dragons out of the place. He then turned his gaze directly at Evergreen, his tail spikes sweeping over the snow. He seemed to be rather in a calm, but angered state. As everyone was escorted out, even the guards, he then sat there, his head tilted to the side. He clearly was waiting for Evergreen to ask about *Something.* His spikes seemed to get blacker over time, as if there was some residual anger boiling under the cold scales.
Stephanie
Evergreen cocked his head, swishing his tail around his back leg. He frowned slowly as the rest of the dragons left the courtyard, then his head slowly turned to look towards the one remaining dragon. His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught as he laid eyes on the King Hyperborean. Evergreen had never really *Seen* The king before, with exception to at speeches or things of that nature. 

He fumbled over himself and the young hybrid lowered himself to the snow into a bow with his leaf-veined wings spread wide. "Your majesty," He said slowly, not daring to look him in the eyes, especially with how unamused the king of the IceWings looked, staring directly at him.