Raymond.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crown
when the man comes around
"Well then. You'll just have to start looking down your nose at them right back, won't you?" Being an outsider had its perks, in that Raymond had rarely gotten familiar enough with others for them to be able to develop more than a first impression of them. It was very easy to scoff at disdain leveled at a stranger, because such things meant nothing, but dealing with the disapproval of family and compatriots he imagined would sting a fair bit more.
After a beat, he stepped back and turned halfway toward Cynix, a subtle disengagement. "Unfortunately I wouldn't know. I'd ask Florentine, if that's really the way you want to go. Whatever you choose, make sure you can live with the decision."
He tipped his tail blade in a friendly adieu, knowing that the colt would have quite a bit now to think on, and turned to melt seamlessly into the hustle and bustle of the court's beating heart.
After a beat, he stepped back and turned halfway toward Cynix, a subtle disengagement. "Unfortunately I wouldn't know. I'd ask Florentine, if that's really the way you want to go. Whatever you choose, make sure you can live with the decision."
He tipped his tail blade in a friendly adieu, knowing that the colt would have quite a bit now to think on, and turned to melt seamlessly into the hustle and bustle of the court's beating heart.
@Cynix
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