While he was still angry at the colorful queen for knocking down one of his most cherished pieces of work, he knew he could not hold a grudge for long. He also knew he had to do something to make up for his showmanship at the border when their little friends came to visit. Apparently, he had never learned to smile without it looking like he wanted to skin anyone alive. That could be considered a positive by some people as well he supposed, but not Telana.
No not sweet, proper Telana.
To her, Dullahan was nothing but the dirt under her claws he was sure. Regardless, he had to put up a good show, he had to remain on the good side of the Royals if he was going to survive in this dying forest. In this regime of dragons.
So, going almost out of his normal routine of collecting his precious bones, he had been out all night scouring the dying forest for florals. He had already found a well-preserved
Ibex Skull, all he needed now were decorations suited more towards the queen's preference. Surely she would prefer a more floral decoration, then a bare bit of bone (which Dullahan would always prefer).
It had taken him all night to gather up the flowers he had searched for, all the best for
her. Some purple bitterroot, a few yellow sunflowers, and a few rare columbines all woven into through the skull of the Ibex, a crown fit for a queen of her stature.
He carried it the only way he could, atop his own head, he made his way through the forest, gathering a few looks of confusion as he passed the gaze of other Alteron citizens. He ignored them of course as he always did, paying them no mind, even though he could hear the whispers behind his back, they served him no purpose, so why engage? Of course, he'd keep an eye on them for later purposes.
It did not take long to track down the dainty, proper queen. No, she did move with purpose, but she had a distinct- smell to her that Dullahan could not quite put his nose on yet. It would be determined later though, he was sure.
"Ain't you lookin' all prim and proper this evenin' Miss Telana." The dirty wolf called to her from a distance as not to startle her as she would turn to see- you know something with the head of a dead ibex covered in flowers. That ain't nothing anyone is expecting to see in the creeping hours of dusk.
"I am awares that my-mm- hobby created a bit of a concernin' show when our dignified guests came ta visit, 'n I wanted to give you an apology if'n any of that created a wedge between ah potential alliance with them pansy dainty friend o' ours." He could see why she liked 'em so much.
"I broughtcha this," He said, dipping his head so the flower encrusted ibex head slipped off onto the ground.
"As a bit of a- 'M sorry If I fucked things up-- offering."
But he really wasn't- he just wanted to stay on the good side of the law. But Telana didn't need to know the truth. Dullahan was, after all, a phenominal actor. (Unless it came to smiling)