"If it is I that you are after, then come, closer, nearer to me..."

He is found in the gardens, his crystalline eyes of the most dawn sky blue distant, dreamy, and yet intense.  Long elegant fingers strum lightly a mandolin, which fills the air with the most heart wealthy sound you have ever been blessed to hear.  To stand near him, is to scent the delicate rose water which is used to rinse his magnificent tresses of ebon blue.  A hint of deep clove, spice and the smell of the rains coming, yet there is not a single cloud in the sky.

His voice wraps about you like a sable cloak, and yet, those fingers never stop, like playing upon your heartstrings, the music lifts and seduces you, against his fine pale cheeked blush.::

"I am called by many names," :he speaks softly, deep and rich like the depth of souls,  " My birth name is, Azeauro (Az E OR o) Maiste (may st) Sapphiero.  In my native homeland, it means, "The Gates of Heaven".   The translation in your tongue, is simply Azure Mist, the easiest closest pronunciation.  I am 27 years old, though to my kind, dragon, I am still a boy, but to you a man...." :he shrugs lightly, deft fingers cloying jealous strings  "I am only myself, I can not explain it."

::he shakes his head slightly, as spirals and waves of floor length black hair spill over half his face, playing a coy game of peek-a-boo with his left eye.  As he moves to free his vision, some of it remains before that iris, stuck in its rings to the longest thick lashes you have ever seen.::

I am, in the simplest terms, a Sorcerer....... a wizard, enchanter.....as well as other things. A holistic midwife......yes, that's correct, a midwife.    An odd profession for a man, perhaps.  But I tire of men only using their energies to destroy life, instead of usher it into the world.  Then again . . . life and death are, after all, eternally interwoven, are they not?

I have two wives, Lady Tryra and Lady Riannon.  ::he pauses gauging your look with raised brow at him:: Yes, I am a polygamist, although, I am a dragon, not a human man..... only partly.   It was not my plan to aquire more than the one, you see...... though I am allowed four wives by my position.  Unless wished for by my wives, I shan't seek another.  Should you feel perhaps, this an unfair arrangement, I suggest you ask them, my most precious beauties, and see if neglect is upon their minds.
 
 

Tryra Van Orden

Riannon Flare

::he continues gently caressing the strings of his mandolin, pale smooth skin, full lips red as the rose, these things only serve to make him appear so beautifully fragile::

I am to wed again...... soon, as my wives tell me, as they schedule my life quite well without my concern.  Two more wives will i aquire, along with my courtesean the Lady Contessa Alyxandria, It shall make for a full house.

I do not accept many guests, I do not like the public, and never seek it.  If I could, I would spend all of my days upon the Isle of Bliss, and never leave it.  Though well traveled and knowledged in 7 languages, it does not serve me, as whom would I  need to speak in russian within the confines of my laboratory alone?  Alas, I am King. . . privacy is not a luxury I can afford, and so I wear my mask of serenity to hide my painful shyness.

Why not abdicate, you ask?  My being shy, and overcoming it for my duties is hardly a reason to leave a position that not only I was born to, but trained for my entire life.  I am an illegitimate bastard, you see.  To keep my position, and my neck, I have endured things most men would cower at.  I have fought more battles then men twice my age.  I earned my place, and I intend to keep it, and make my mother, the Queen Tiarilais proud to call me her son for as long as she lives.

::his voice remains ever soft, willowy in tone and quieted::

There are many things in life we live up to, that we wish we never had to face.  Pain and glory both, go hand in hand down our pathway of life.  I can stand the occasional suffering, as long as I am assured, that down that road as I walk, great things await me.  If not today, then perhaps tomorrow.

And so here you have found me, serenade to an audience of one. . . which made it no less satisfying to play than if in a concert hall.

::he continues to play, it is then you note that glorious mane of hair seems alive, of its own, shadows within ... ?  It simply can't be possible, though your eye tries to follow it, there is nothing present.::

Those voices you hear would be my children.  I have several brought to me through marriage, but Nine are mine by blood.  Ten. . . If you count my eldest daughter, whom I have not seen in some time since she eloped and made a woman of herself.  But these things happe with children, there is always one who makes you wonder why you had children in the first place.

My others are by age, Sebastian, Zane & Valarian, Hope, Valhalla, Kalen, Aramis, Einan and Isadora.  Beautiful, all of them. .  . but I treat them no different from my adopted children.  I love them all, as children are the only creatures on this Earth that would never judge you.  As long as you treat them with kindess and joy, you might as well be a God.  I have one child with my mistress, Alyxandria, her name is Amiore'.......
 
 

::the music ends softly, and he lays long alabaster fingers across the strings to still them.  His eyes closing to the soft summer breeze of the early evening.  Every ounce of his being simply radiates with life, and yet......... something dark lurks there behind serene, haunting blue eyes.  He is quiet a long time, before he finally speaks::

The hour grows late..... You should head back before dark and you lose your way to your ship.  I would hate to see you lost out to sea in the rising gale....