ORION
exiled prince
Oh she was so young and bright, a beam of daylight breaking through a cloudy day to him. Warm, inviting him to relax and reminding him that it was okay to act normal, to shed his Emissary title and leave it once he greeted someone. To be one of the masses, rather than standing at the head of them with the rest of the regime.
Her words startle him from his thoughts, and a laugh bubbles up from his throat and out of his mouth, his face brightening. "Well, considering I live here, I would certainly hope so."
As they walk, coming around a corner, he flicks an ear and the smile tugs his lips again. "We do have a rather large library, with plenty on the history of Delumine and its habitats." Adjusting his course, he led the way through the streets to the large main building itself, climbing up stairs with soft clicks of his hooves.
"I think you'll find it lovely in the library. It's always good to settle with maybe a cup of tea on the side while you read,"' he mentioned. Opening the door, he allowed her in first, before once more stepping up to her side and leading the way to the cavernous hold of books. They spanned the walls in the hundreds, shelves decorating the middle of the floor, reaching high toward vaulted ceilings.
"Would this do?"
Her words startle him from his thoughts, and a laugh bubbles up from his throat and out of his mouth, his face brightening. "Well, considering I live here, I would certainly hope so."
As they walk, coming around a corner, he flicks an ear and the smile tugs his lips again. "We do have a rather large library, with plenty on the history of Delumine and its habitats." Adjusting his course, he led the way through the streets to the large main building itself, climbing up stairs with soft clicks of his hooves.
"I think you'll find it lovely in the library. It's always good to settle with maybe a cup of tea on the side while you read,"' he mentioned. Opening the door, he allowed her in first, before once more stepping up to her side and leading the way to the cavernous hold of books. They spanned the walls in the hundreds, shelves decorating the middle of the floor, reaching high toward vaulted ceilings.
"Would this do?"
@Essielure
