It appeared that the Crow Court had it's talons embedded even in the most precarious places of it's dominion, no nook or cranny did not go untouched by their gaze and their presence. They are like the shadows themselves, he'd concluded in the days he had been new to the Court, watching them flit and flutter from their perches and into the night — coming back with precious little baubles of information and secrets. When he had ventured to the rocky plateau hidden by mist and cragged outcrops, he had come to find some peace and solitude. Look out at the world beneath his hooves as he inhaled lungfuls of icy mountain air and let it tousle his hair, the long and short strands alike bent in the breeze like stalks and rivers of obsidian. A Lord over his Mountain realm, he observed the smallest detail within his domain, even if the fog obscured much with small glimpses of what lay beneath scattered throughout the misty blanket. Ikaros should of been there with him, he mused idly, the dragon would of truly felt at home in the great aerie he now lingered in. Blue and red eyes instinctively flicked upward to scan the skies for the behemoth, before he could stop himself and return them to the valley below. There would be no Dragon's in the sky today, the absence of Ikaros' great black and red bulk a wound on the sky. What he hadn't expected to watch a mare composed of ink and ocean waves to descend from the mountain face, as though it was no more than simply stepping down the keep stairs. Ice and fire watch with an almost amused glint reflecting in their contrasting pools, slitted pupils taking the time to rake themselves over the mare who has attracted his attention. Well, it was hard to ignore a mare who could scale the mountainside like it was nothing, a dance already learned and perfected. A ballerina's careful and precise foot falls on the stage. "Do that often?" He asked nonchalantly, head tilted to the side as he spoke. It clicked only a moment later, whom the pretty mare was. She was not a stranger, as Kaisar had been so readily to brand her as. No, she was very much a daughter of the night, one of the Monarch's esteemed advisors. Reichenbach had filled his champions with great beauties, it appeared, sly fox. "Lyra, wasn't it? What are you doing here, no commonfolk to pester?" Kaisar added the last bit with a wry grin, a teasing poke at her station. Kaisar Talks TAG: @Lyra |
