Corbin Darius raised his feather peaked head as he landed, snapping his maw once as flame trickled between his teeth. Eyes of brilliant blue flicker from one face to the next noting the sadness Iranem and her daughter Teyem. Wide stretched wings starting black at the top by his wing bone joints and shading into rich dark blue at the ends fold along his black sides. Royal blue spots showing for a moment before becoming hidden. He bows his head to the pair of females feeling an unease. He does not like it.<br/>Manner...<br/>"My lady, you call to us?" the other asks, his voice is a soft but persistent level, and calming to hear much of the time, as he does not like to talk overly much. He is not much younger than she, a couple hundred years or so at most. Those blue eyes spark with trust, with love, with passion for hurt kindred. He does not know the source of the distress, but he would like to help. The forked tongue flicks over his lips as he settles on a face of rough stone with the others, his feather fan tipped tail, colored like his wings and crest, curls around his feet.<br/>Grace...<br/>As he settles his thoughts roam, and he becomes silent. Corbin, a black dragon, spotted with tones of blue is new to this area of the mountains. Having been here some 5,000 years he's come to feel it like home. His original home was becoming crowded, they had a lucky breeding that year and more young then normal hatched. He left to give them space, so that they could learn as he learned and thrive in their new environment. He was not one to cause excess, not liking over abundance.<br/>Temperance.