Raymond respected such colorful history inasmuch as it illuminated the paths before him, but the feelings stirred in his belly by the sight of the Dusk Court on the horizon edged far more toward suspicion than reverence.
His tail lay in a relaxed arc behind him, blade turned upward in the standard rendari display of peaceful passage. Diplomacy is difficult when everyone is armed; even now, the red stallion tried his best to speak plainly in both words and actions. Much could be assumed of those that built this place. Could the same be said for those that called it home?
He felt the empty space at his withers more keenly than the sting of tiny claw marks could justify as he exchanged Sussuro Fields' comforting openness for the Dusk Court's storied walls, but he carried himself with kingly confidence all the same.
Raymond.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
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