If the Night Court was the peace and comfort of a mother's embrace, the Dusk Court was the lullaby that sang one to sleep. 

The sky was painted in shades of lavender and blush, though closer to the horizon, where the sun had dipped, the heavens were draped in swaths of vermillion and saffron; beautiful, delicate, yet bellowing it's presence to the world. Cocking his horned head and staring up at the elegant rise of the court's citadel, Camdis felt the curiosity rise within his breast - what did the pale walls of Dusk's capitol hold? What secrets were there? Did the relic lay within it's vast, twining halls? 

He would never know. 

A child of tradition and superstition, the bay refused to enter the holy houses of other gods, and because there were no temples devoting each and every layer of brick and mortar to their beloved deity, the weight of worship lay within the halls of each citadel or fortress or castle that graced the earth. Though Lohir could not say that he loved the demi-goddess that had welcomed him into her borders, he cared for and respected her deeply; she had given him a home, a purpose, something to live for other than the weight of a dead sister and the guilt that his past had wrought. 

He no longer wished to die. 

Blinking furiously at the tears that had welled up so suddenly within his silvery eyes, the stallion continued his silent vigil, waiting for the thread of relic's summons to pull at his heart.