The water screamed at him with a mouth that he still did not recognise: gaping and torn. Desperate words written by the ancient river below became delirious and indistinguishable as they convulsed against jagged rocks and looming bank - but he leaned closer, one last attempt to decipher the river's message - it's plea assaulting his ears, for it had no choice but to wail. But like a foreigner caught in a land unknown, Lothaire shook his head in defeat. This was not the first time he had failed; for years after leaving his childhood home he had encountered rivulet after estuary- each one louder, more frantic, more hopeless than the last. For all he could see when looking down upon that white rush was a soul trapped within; her tears banging on the dark walls keeping her prisoner - and he had imagined all the ways she had fallen into captivity, all the dreams she had forsaken for the shackles at her throat.
Alas, he had no time to emancipate the chained: he was no saviour, no guardian angel. He was merely an observant to the horrors of this world; a mildly curious passerby. And so with a slow blink of his starless eyes Lothaire turned from the crying water, rolling his great shoulders in a shrug that was not in the slightest apologetic as he walked away from her screams. He had business in Dawn Court, and he intended to see to it. Since becoming Emissary of Night Court, Lothaire had been slow on the uptake of his duties, simply because the concept of duty itself was entirely alien to him. Responsibility had been poured like hot milk into his hands - hands that did not bear the roughhewn lines of experience - and it had taken him a moment to catch himself from dropping it. At first he had almost set it down, careful and cautious as always, but something in the darkness of his mind had whispered not to. Perhaps there was purpose yet.
And so here he was, venturing for the first time into the land of another Court to familiar himself with their regime and counsel. It was now his duty after all.
OOC: for @aion, and also @kasil if you'd like to join, no pressure but you're welcome to!
Alas, he had no time to emancipate the chained: he was no saviour, no guardian angel. He was merely an observant to the horrors of this world; a mildly curious passerby. And so with a slow blink of his starless eyes Lothaire turned from the crying water, rolling his great shoulders in a shrug that was not in the slightest apologetic as he walked away from her screams. He had business in Dawn Court, and he intended to see to it. Since becoming Emissary of Night Court, Lothaire had been slow on the uptake of his duties, simply because the concept of duty itself was entirely alien to him. Responsibility had been poured like hot milk into his hands - hands that did not bear the roughhewn lines of experience - and it had taken him a moment to catch himself from dropping it. At first he had almost set it down, careful and cautious as always, but something in the darkness of his mind had whispered not to. Perhaps there was purpose yet.
And so here he was, venturing for the first time into the land of another Court to familiar himself with their regime and counsel. It was now his duty after all.
OOC: for @aion, and also @kasil if you'd like to join, no pressure but you're welcome to!
