Draiss grinned, and followed the Platinum Dragon into the room room, laughing. "Lovely. If you wish to be in your natural form, I will not mind. I would take my grandmother's but I think Aviendha would like to cuddle some more."<br/><br/>He grinned at her as her as he sat down in one of the cushions in the room, offering an arm to Aviendha and kissing her neck before turning back to Bahamut. He explained his ideas, about seeing if chromatics and metallics could, without threats, exist peacefully, and about trying to end the Dragonfall War. He pointed out that his initial experiments were somewhat promising, as Tyra and Vorela both actually could hold a civilized conversation, though he didn't mention that they were usually sharing ideas on what to do to him next, but the fact that both a blue and gold could share a mate was a good indication.<br/><br/>The idea for ending the Dragonfall War was a bit more lengthy, involving three large, newly minted planes, one for chromatics, one for metallics, and another for both species to mix, though it would be a neutral meeting ground. It would also involve likely beating the idea into Tiamat and the other chromatic gods, but his dealings with Tiamat might have made them more receptive, though he had yet to meet with them and find out. Considering how metallics usually responded to another being disgraced, he mentioned he would not be surpised if a couple of the more opportunistic chromatic gods tried to slip into his camp. The other part of ending the Dragonfall War was based around the fact that if he used five of the domains, he could get a decent prediction for what the future held for dragon's, and on almost every plane but the newest ones, that future held the quiet of the grave and extinction. He knew that it was merely a prediction and a good number of variables were involved that were fluid at their most stable times, but it was still worrying that, no matter how he played it short of dragons killing everything else, most planes ended with dragons being ground into the dust of the ages.<br/><br/>He paused, having been talking for the better part of two hours, and stretched, popping muscles, and waited to see what Bahamut had to say about Draiss' thoughts so far.