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S O M N U S A brief discussion between his Regent and his Warden, and a decision had been made. It was uncertain, really, how it all would play out. Impossible to say, actually, but, well. No one truly knew how it would work, but they wouldn’t know until they tried. All Somnus could do was take the words offered and advised to him, weigh the options presented before him, and make a decision. It was difficult, but that was the weight and burden of Kingship. It was a title he had not meant to gain, but here he was. His mantle had never felt so heavy. “Orion.” A beckon, a plea, a request for time that could be better afforded to someone else, someone who probably deserved Orion’s time far better than he did, but this was necessary. It was important. As much as he wished to simply sequester himself into his own personal quarters or hide within the vast shelves of the Library, he was here. Running, hiding, would not help anyone, especially the Court that he had promised to look after. The tactician understood Kasil’s seclusion far better than he ever had before. Emerald eyes, typically so keen and alert were instead marred by exhaustion, but Somnus still held himself poised and immaculate, head held high and straight and proud. Shoulders straight, spine rigid, bright sunlight catching the dusty gold of his coat, he appeared almost ethereal… Yet he felt the furthest thing of the sort. “A moment of your time, if you would?” The elegance of his accent was prudent, a subtle stress to the importance of the situation. There was no one around amidst the courtyard, and maybe that was for the best. This was a private conversation to be had, after all, and Somnus had never really appreciated eavesdroppers into his personal obligations. Alba was not with the Dawn King that afternoon, and instead had taken to the forests for an afternoon snack, leaving the two gentlemen to speak alone. He could feel her, of course, in that little niche within his heart reserved only for the barn owl, and he knew that Alba was positively done with his melancholic musings and self-doubts. ’Sort it out,’ Alba had hissed as she had taken to the skies in the silent way that only her breed could, ’Your Court needs you.’ Ah, but if only it was as easily done as said. xx |
@Orion
