A light wind whisps across the great desert, teasing up sand to dance around the cacti and other desert plants. Generators with their great pipes of snapping electricity settle across the land like great fat spiders, interconnected by a web of pipes and wires. On top of one of these machines, a lone Imperial settles, her dark tiger-striped scales and washed-out blue, eyespotted wings glimmer and glisten in the hot sun. The breeze plays with her mane and the brush of fur on her tail. Technically, she's not supposed to be up here, on top of the generators, but honestly, she doesn't care. She does not share a love for the machines most dragons from the Lightning flight seem to be born with, but she must concede that they do make life easier in the long run.
Speaking of the flight she currently lives in, far away, she can just make out the Spire, the great lightning catchers doing their duty to the nth degree, the great bolts striking the metal almost constantly. Many others, most of them smaller, litter the great desert around her. One such device stands nearby, hooked to the generator she currently lays upon. But the sky is clear of clouds, a rare happening, so it won't be catching much today.
Behind her, the quiet footfalls of another trot toward her and she turns to look at the newcomer. Actually, newcomers. Another Imperial, this one a male and a good ten meters smaller than the female, jumps onto the generator beside his mate, blood red scales shimmering dully. Perched atop his shoulders sits a female Coatl, her own scales as colorful as any parrot's. The Coatl waddles over to her adoptive mother and nuzzles against her, humming quietly in delight. Meanwhile, the male Imperial affectionately rubs his cheek against that of his mates, purring as he settles down, sandwiching the Coatl between himself and the other Imperial.
"You should not be up here," he comments, running his tongue over his mate's face to give her a quick grooming. His warrior lady should always look her best.
The larger Imperial snorts softly in derision. "And neither should you, Azhi. For such a rule follower, you certainly know how to flaunt them."
"True, but I do balance you out quite well Mira," Azhi chuckles, cleaning around her ears and horns.