M A X E N C E UNEASY LIES THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN
Of all long summer days and the shortest of nights, Maxence had never expected to watch a bundle of fur and feathers descend from the heavens. What had initially appeared like a blemish on Solis' face soon appeared to be a a falling fragment of the stars above, swaying and billowing against the force of the fall and gravity itself - though, the closer it came and the more Maxence squinted the more he realised it was, in fact, a whirling bundle of the most pristine feathers. The Commander stepped inside the fort, fear gripping at his heart in anticipation of the devastation something cannoned from the heavens might cause, though when the heavenly package finally descended upon the garden with one almighty BOOF the threat fell away with each passing second. Poking his nose from the library window, Maxence squinted hard over the shroud of fur and feather once more in one more attempt to identify it. Seraphina approached whatever it was, offering words of question and asking after it's wellbeing as if it was some sentient being - but that was when Maxence realised it was moving. "Vesperas tits Seraphina, step away from it!" the Commander demanded from his safety within the library, though was soon to slink out of the buildings and approach himself. Eyes of an entire ocean soon fell upon what appeared to be a girl; small and white, stout and bright. "Heavens..." he murmured breathlessly as his gaze crossed every inch of the fallen angel, though still he could not think of any reason to trust it. |
