The lake was crisp and clear beneath the autumn sky, a mirror reflecting Calligo's sky — albeit without her usual smattering of shadows and stars. They were in Solis' realm now, standing beneath his outstretched palms as his sunlight warmed their backs. Reichenbach, in truth, had no season he favoured over the others. While summer might have initially been his eager answer, retrospect had provided him with a taste for each different season and it's charms. In Fall, he found beauty within the frosty mornings and chill breeze — a welcome relief for a man that burned like wildfire.

He followed Lyra carefully, his hooves almost silent upon the leaf littered earth though at one point the raven haired girl turned back suspiciously. 

Lyra.

The Night King watched her through his quartz eyes, noting the sigh of her soft skin against her starry locks, the easy way with which she moved — like gliding over ice, not stepping upon leaf litter like the rest of them. She was a silent Calligo, a gentle one, like and yet unlike the rest of Denocte's courtiers. Where they carolled and shrieked with joy around the bonfires he had seen Lyra standing aside, watching through cool, calm eyes. She was exactly what was needed to balance the hot-headed irrationality of a Court founded with wildness and temper. She peered at the lake, a vision of cool beauty, and he could not help but to admire the depth of her cerulean skin or the silkiness of her night-black hair. 

"I've seen you here often, Lyra."

A statement, not a question as he stepped from the shadows. It would be the first time he had spoken to his Champion of Community — this was not simply an idle meeting by any Denoctian lake. 

"There's legends that say Vitreus' waters provide clarity and truth — is that what you are seeking?"

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@Lyra !! yay omg how has it taken this long for them to have a thread together?? haha