CYNIX
day met night
Child and young he may be, Cynix knew the one he had ran into, if only because of what his mother had been teaching him about the other courts, and the ones that visited the Night. This one, she had told him, was from Dusk Court, a more relaxed place, and he was a kirin. At first, he hadn't understood what a Kirin was, but looking at Isorath now... he could see. The horns, the scales, the tail. He was built... different, but he was still a horse wasn't he? Cynix blinked at the other's voice, and his wings immediately lowered and tucked against his head, his large ears folding halfway back while he cleared his throat a little.
Hooves (a little too big, legs a little too long) shuffled, one scuffing the stone under it as he looked down, the white hair drifting in his face. It was short for now, but it already showed that it would be long, like his mother. "She's reading, in the library, and working with the herbs," he finally said, and he glanced up again, blinking at the stranger.
"I suppose that's what the Champion of Wisdom does. She says it's to learn about everything and help teach others," Cynix trailed, before phantom brows furrowed and he looked over the other, observing him a moment. It wasn't some sort of mean look either, if anything, the boy was curious as his mother, and he tilted his head somewhat to one side, one wing gently opening as he did. "You're the.. the kirin, right? The one from the Dusk Court that came to visit?" He even sounded like he didn't want to offend.
When you were him or his brother (or even Araxes), offending someone was the last thing you wanted to do. He had already offended many by being born, after all.
"The Dusk Court is a nice place, isn't it? It's not like..." He folded his ears, and Cynix looked to the left and right, then back to Isorath, his eyes going a little wide as his voice dropped to a near conspiratorial whisper. "It's not like here, right? Where everyone gives me mean looks?" He wondered if they would look at him like that there, too, or in any court. Mother had said that they wouldn't, but he wasn't sure if she was just saying it to make him feel better or not.
Hooves (a little too big, legs a little too long) shuffled, one scuffing the stone under it as he looked down, the white hair drifting in his face. It was short for now, but it already showed that it would be long, like his mother. "She's reading, in the library, and working with the herbs," he finally said, and he glanced up again, blinking at the stranger.
"I suppose that's what the Champion of Wisdom does. She says it's to learn about everything and help teach others," Cynix trailed, before phantom brows furrowed and he looked over the other, observing him a moment. It wasn't some sort of mean look either, if anything, the boy was curious as his mother, and he tilted his head somewhat to one side, one wing gently opening as he did. "You're the.. the kirin, right? The one from the Dusk Court that came to visit?" He even sounded like he didn't want to offend.
When you were him or his brother (or even Araxes), offending someone was the last thing you wanted to do. He had already offended many by being born, after all.
"The Dusk Court is a nice place, isn't it? It's not like..." He folded his ears, and Cynix looked to the left and right, then back to Isorath, his eyes going a little wide as his voice dropped to a near conspiratorial whisper. "It's not like here, right? Where everyone gives me mean looks?" He wondered if they would look at him like that there, too, or in any court. Mother had said that they wouldn't, but he wasn't sure if she was just saying it to make him feel better or not.
@Isorath || <3 <3
