The court of Dawn's Children was something to behold. While the Night Court stood stubborn and solid, cloaked in the darkness of evening and wrapped in the arm's of his beloved deity, warmth and love rolling off of each brick and stone in nearly tangible waves that belied it's daunting appearance, the fortress of Dawn made no such impression. No, instead, the massive stone garrison sat unyielding and proud, pale stone radiating the power and heat of it's patron. What sort of equines would pour forth from the gates of Dawn were it threatened? Would they be vicious, bloodthirsty? Would they revel in ripping their opponents limb from limb, or would they walk from within Dawn's walls and attempt to solve their disputes with word and pen rather than tooth and hoof?

These were the thoughts that swirled about the stallion's skull as he stared up at the seemingly impenetrable walls of the fortress, eyes narrowed against the burning brightness that was the early afternoon sun. 

Why had the relic's magic brought him here? By now Camdis assumed that the magic was at least semi-sentient, that silky string wrapped about his heart that waxed and waned like the moon as he strained to follow it's whims. Did it want him to learn something within the walls of the Dawn fortress? It should know by now that he would not enter another Court's holy house without direct permission or orders from his deity or sovereign - and because he had yet to meet either, there was no way that he could have obtained permission to even attempt an entrance. 

"You're gonna have to deal with it, relic," he grumbled more to himself than the invisible string, "I'm not gonna go in there."