Just Found Out That Anaxa LOVES Dromas From The Livestream So What About Anaxa Who Asks You Out On A

Just found out that Anaxa LOVES dromas from the livestream so what about Anaxa who asks you out on a date and his best idea of a date is to spend time with dromas such as feeding them, petting, riding and buying dromas themed stuffs 😭

A Childlike Joy in the Soul

Who would have known that such a scholar as Anaxa, also called a blasphemer, loved to spend time with his beloved, feeding and petting dromas?

If there ever was a place capable of turning a stern heretic scholar into an ecstatic child, it was the dromas nursery. These majestic creatures, with their massive necks and kind eyes, were not just living beings — they seemed like living symbols of resilience and the stubbornness of life in this ever-changing world.

And so one day, in a rare moment free from debates, research, and arguments with Aglaea, Anaxa approached his beloved and, lowering his voice slightly, said almost solemnly:

"Come with me. I want to show you something important."

It wasn't an order. Rather, it was an invitation to that corner of his world where he let few in. Even his beloved was surprised at first: Anaxa usually kept his personal life to himself, especially his weaknesses. But noticing a barely perceptible spark in his eyes, she agreed without hesitation.

The dromas nursery greeted them with a warm breeze, the scent of damp earth, and a soft, low rumble as the majestic creatures stretched their long necks towards the feeders.

Anaxa seemed transformed. His gait became lighter, his gaze livelier. He led his beloved through the nursery between the enclosures, where massive geosaurs peacefully munched on red earth.

"This is Raloum," he said quietly, gently stroking the large flank of one of them. "He was injured during transport, but now... now he can wear a saddle again. Look how proudly he stands."

His beloved watched him with a smile. Strangely, even Anaxa's voice sounded different. Warmer. Deeper.

He took some red earth and offered one to her.

"They love it. Especially if you feed them by hand. Like this... carefully..."

The enormous dromas leaned towards her palm and gently nibbled the clay. Its breath was warm, and its eyes seemed wise and calm. She couldn't resist touching the rough skin on its neck. The creature purred contentedly, and a soft cooing sound escaped from somewhere in its chest.

"See? He accepted you," Anaxa said with undisguised pleasure.

Then he led her to an enclosure where young, saddled dromas stood.

"I've arranged a ride for two. Just you, me, and a leisurely path through the sun and blooming hills."

Riding the dromas turned out to be a special experience. These creatures moved smoothly, almost meditatively. Each of their steps echoed with a rhythmic vibration, and it felt as if the whole world slowed down in unison with their gait.

They rode side by side, occasionally exchanging glances without words. But words were not needed. Real happiness shone in Anaxa's eyes. His shoulders relaxed, and he even laughed when one of the geosaurs turned its head and tried to "steal" the remains of the red earth from his companion.

After the ride, they went into a small shop, cozily decorated with soft toys, jewelry, mugs, and books — all in the dromas style.

"This is silly, of course," he murmured, picking out a toy, but his movements were sure, and his voice held an almost childlike liveliness. "But... this pillow with Raloum's face will fit perfectly in the study."

His beloved simply smiled in response.

The one whom everyone knew as a cold, unwavering heretic, capable of questioning the very foundations of faith, now stood in a souvenir shop, hesitating between a mug with a picture of a smiling geosaur and a painting with a funny inscription: "I'm not late, I'm just moving at dromas pace."

In the end, he took both.

And in the evening, as they sat on the grass, tired and content, Anaxa laid his head on her lap and said with a light, uncharacteristic smile:

"Thank you for coming with me. I don't often show what's dear to me... But with you, I want to share."

That day, his usual mask of a scholar didn't so much crack as recede into the background. Because next to her, he could be more than just a heretic and a thinker. He could simply be a human being. A child at heart. Someone who knows how to laugh, feed giant lizards, and drink tea from a mug with a dromas picture.

Because next to her, he was himself.