You enter the room to see a huge picture of a sun setting over some mountains. In the picture, a gold dragon files toward the sun, the brightness enveloping her wingtips. Near the picture, a young man with short brown hair and wearing gray strokes a bit of paint on a brown dragon's snout. The dragon mock-growls at him.
"Oh, hush. You know it'll wear off, and if you keep that up I'll paint you entirely green!" The smile on the man's face tells you he's not serious, but the brown backs up a few steps.
The brown seems to fill the entire room with his presence. His mouth is eternally quirked into a slight smile, and he dwarfs his caretaker Denai. He is never willing to completely fold his wings, taking away any remaining space you might have had to wander about. As the brown turns his head to you, he rumbles slightly, peering. Denai smiles at you. Neither say a word.
Loken is from Rinmara's Weyr.
