M A X E N C E take care to leave a trace of a man ☩
The sand snake waited for a remark, a final complaint, a last word - when he was given nothing to recant or bark back to, his eyes turned toward the sky once again. Maxence though of Caligo and her wishes, and then of Solis and his. Were the siblings quarrelling in the heavens as their sovereigns did? Or did they watch in amusement, criticising the childish actions of two mortals beneath the cloud cover. As he watched the sky and it's glittering stars, beholding the wonder that Caligo had created, Maxence had one last thing to say. "Caligo chose well" he uttered, almost breathlessly to the one who was chosen to lead the Denoctians. Maxence would be lying to himself if he could not see merit in Reichenbachs actions, but keeping spies in his court? What on earth had he done to deserve that. The land whithered and wasted, it's people surviving only on rations— and one of them diserved no more than a cell, let alone meals and shelter. What Solterran's owned they worked for, shared, and blessed with toil and blood. Whoever slipped into their midst and stole rations from the mouths of true Solterrans would pay the price. Fraying his wings skyward it was only a few beats of those eagle pennons before the northern king was somewhere else— gaining altitude toward the stars, sending wishes their way. |
@reichenbach BYE FELICIA
ps. thank space ma gurl this was the best thread! Maxie poo is out.
