Wings of Fire: Mosiac

Prolouge

Atlas stretched his wings, sending streaks of burnished reds and golds across his hotel room. Today was Conference day, he thought, and the neat stack of papers on his desk reminded him of the weekly official LeafWing farm reports that he had yet to sign off. He quietly slipped out the door, repeating the reports in his head. Everything was in order. He was prepared. All the Chrysalis Lords and Ladies gathered once a month at the palace to give their citizen counts, reports and general news. He was ready.

The door to the meeting room was pushed open gently, Atlas stood before the doorway and observed. A long, carved table stretched about the room, its legs carved richly with the intricate design of butterfly wings. Along the table, lines with chairs dedicated to each of the Lords and Ladies. Their backs each beheld a design of colored mosaic to reflect each Lord's and Lady's scales.

Hit sits in the middle, sunlight streams upon it, alighting the orange pattern aflame. Looking at it provoked a deep sense of hatred, for they resembled the likes of fire. Next to his, a pattern, shades of pink decorated the chair.

At the head of the table, sat a throne of gold. Embedded in crystals of every color, light glinting off the edges in a beautiful embezzling portrait.

He didn't see the point of its existence, for Monarch seldom did attend the meetings. Its presence loomed over all of them, a quietly threatening remainder of power. Of their places beneath her royal majesty.

He narrows his eyes, as the loud sound of clicking echoed through the halls behind him.

He turns to see the approach of a magnificently shimmering SilkWing. Her scales reminded him of the splash of sunrise across the broken horizon. A lighting, soft shade of pink starkly contrasted with the whitened light of the sun upon her. Her under scales contrasting ripened orange, tinged yellow. The attention she brought to herself was of the jewelry that adorned her. Golden earrings connected to the golden bands around her horns with small glittering chains, matching those on her wrists. Rings upon nearly every claw, each a different valuable gem. The scales around her face were embedded with diamonds. Blue silk embellished with golden embroidery, draped around her shoulders.

She waved airliy at him with a slight frown.

"Did we have to come so early?" She sighed.

He scowled at her. "Our Chrysalis is the farthest away from Monarch. We are to arrive early, otherwise our tardiness will begin to affect our reputation amongst the Ladies and Lords."

She glared back at him. Her features frowning with displeasure and clear irritation, and adjusted the necklace against her scales. A sparkle shone against the pale green jewel in the shape of a cocoon.

Atlas eyed her movements momentarily before turning away, and sitting down on his provided throne, which she reluctantly followed and immediately began to toy with her rubies.

The sound of rustling wings caused Atlas to turn, as he saw Lord Cassius rush into the room.

"Oh, um, hello your Ladyship. Lordship."

Cassius dipped his head rather awkwardly in turn, and made his way to his respectful throne. His design glittered purple and mulberry blue.

Atlas nodded respectfully to Lord Cassius while Bella gave a lofty wave, described better as a flick of her talons. Atlass face creased into a frown at her lack of respect while she ignored him, examining her jewelry.

Atlas watched, as Cassius open his letterbag and spread the contents on the crystalline table, organizing them in a stressed manner, just as the quiet sound of tapping behind him signified the arrival of more SilkWings. Lords and Ladies slowly began to trickle into the room after Cassius. Each throne began to fill, until the very last was occupied, and the meeting began.