He watched the interaction between Kasil and the self-identified Kaladin with interest, speckled ears swinging forward to catch the subdued tones. He had never had much experience with politics or public imaging, being raised on the streets without parents. Yet he admired the grace with which Kasil spoke, the easiness by which he denied the painted pegasus and move on before he could offer a retort. And of course there was Pan, a now familiar and welcomed face, stepping in swiftly after.
Talk of the Dusk Court prompted Po’s ears to swivel forward again, his home for quite some time evoking fondness within him. He hadn’t heard of this Yana they spoke of, but he certainly did not doubt the rumor—Terrastella was full of doctors and physicians, as he had seen himself in his time spent there. It heartened him to hear good things said about the neighboring Court, as well as the easy way with which citizens were allowed to come and go as they pleased from Delumine, to travel and learn and explore before returning home. From what he had heard, only the northwestern Court encouraged such things, and it made him glad to be a part and watch it happen.
Kasil started his way again, but this time there were no butterflies immediately zooming about his belly, for he’d learned from the last instance. And so it took him by surprise when, instead of changing course to greet someone else, Kasil kept his eyes trained on him, on Ipomoea. He wasn’t sure if he imagined the way his voice changed and his expression softened, a figment of hopeful imagination, but he didn’t care to stop and analyze it right at this moment. As it was, a shy smile mirrored the Sovereign’s, a slight incline of his head in respect. “I’m glad I could make it,” he responded sincerely, resisting the urge to add ‘Your Grace’ along at the end in light of his response to Kaladin. Nerves bundled into a knot in his throat, but Po was determined to choke it down, to not create a fool of himself. “I’m sure there’s more? Maybe they’re traveling or studying or helping someone…” He paused, his eyes cast over the slowly departing crowd now, ensuring there were no more stragglers who remained that sought the King’s attention.
“Maybe the next meeting will be even bigger, as people realize how great the King is that rules,” he spoke softly, but his words weighed heavy with his own belief in them. A bit of color flashed into his cheeks, but he turned away to hide it. “Are you needed elsewhere now?" he asked, studying the flowers dotting the edge of the meeting area in feigned interest, waiting for the heat in his cheeks to reduce. He was ready for Kasil's answer to be yes, for him to end the meeting and disappear in light of some ultra-important business that Sovereigns must oversee--but he couldn't help but hope he would stay a minute longer.
@kasil @pan
”!!!”
Talk of the Dusk Court prompted Po’s ears to swivel forward again, his home for quite some time evoking fondness within him. He hadn’t heard of this Yana they spoke of, but he certainly did not doubt the rumor—Terrastella was full of doctors and physicians, as he had seen himself in his time spent there. It heartened him to hear good things said about the neighboring Court, as well as the easy way with which citizens were allowed to come and go as they pleased from Delumine, to travel and learn and explore before returning home. From what he had heard, only the northwestern Court encouraged such things, and it made him glad to be a part and watch it happen.
Kasil started his way again, but this time there were no butterflies immediately zooming about his belly, for he’d learned from the last instance. And so it took him by surprise when, instead of changing course to greet someone else, Kasil kept his eyes trained on him, on Ipomoea. He wasn’t sure if he imagined the way his voice changed and his expression softened, a figment of hopeful imagination, but he didn’t care to stop and analyze it right at this moment. As it was, a shy smile mirrored the Sovereign’s, a slight incline of his head in respect. “I’m glad I could make it,” he responded sincerely, resisting the urge to add ‘Your Grace’ along at the end in light of his response to Kaladin. Nerves bundled into a knot in his throat, but Po was determined to choke it down, to not create a fool of himself. “I’m sure there’s more? Maybe they’re traveling or studying or helping someone…” He paused, his eyes cast over the slowly departing crowd now, ensuring there were no more stragglers who remained that sought the King’s attention.
“Maybe the next meeting will be even bigger, as people realize how great the King is that rules,” he spoke softly, but his words weighed heavy with his own belief in them. A bit of color flashed into his cheeks, but he turned away to hide it. “Are you needed elsewhere now?" he asked, studying the flowers dotting the edge of the meeting area in feigned interest, waiting for the heat in his cheeks to reduce. He was ready for Kasil's answer to be yes, for him to end the meeting and disappear in light of some ultra-important business that Sovereigns must oversee--but he couldn't help but hope he would stay a minute longer.
@kasil @pan
”!!!”
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