Cloud Weaver and Draco Fangs

"Prince!" Entering through the large gates, many citizens quickly saluted the prince, who rode atop his beast. Renri smiled and waved at the crowd, though thankfully no one approached him closely—everyone greeted from afar.

Yur looked around with quiet interest, fascinated by the city even if his expression betrayed nothing. His emotions were usually dulled, but every once in a while a spark of curiosity would flicker in his eyes. 

Whether it was the throngs of people roaming the streets, the numerous vendors and shops, or the exotic beasts wandering about, the entire city was vastly different from anything he had ever seen. Yet nothing compared to the vivid memories he recalled from Mal; those fleeting visions of other cities were anything but normal.

Prince Renri noticed Yur's impassive expression and seemed disappointed by the lack of reaction.