Come to me in the night hours
I will wait for you
It began quietly; a whisper along cobblestone growing into a murmur, then a buzz, and finally a roar. He had caught sight of his beloved Jezanna, and without much thought he knew she would seek out the core of this sound. It was in her nature to help, and it was in his nature to follow her. Especially now. He sensed trouble from wherever the sound came from and he was not blind to the blue glow in the distance. The pit of his stomach could feel the turmoil brewing like some snake's poison lacing his bloodstream. What had happened? He would know soon.
Quietly, Eidolon entered a scene of fury and fervor. It sat heavy in the air and formed like a fever; waiting to see which side of this arguement burned out first. He did not know the exact details of why everything that was happening was, but he could see it had the court divided. Citizens of all sorts set a blaze with their words much like the blue flames he could see in the distance. With the sentences traded back and forth he began to get a feel for the story behind the gate closing. Whether it was to protect Denocte's people or not he could not help but see this as dangerous. If so much turmoil had been begun by the night court's leaders then closing the gates could mean running away from responsibility, and potentially bringing war regardless. Hiding in the shadows only worked for so long, of this he knew with absolute certainly. And what were they meant to do in the meantime? Some would suffer greatly from this. Trade relying on any goods outside of this kingdom would be at high risk. Any alliances the court hoped to forge would be ground to dust leaving their enemies less to fight against. And the issue of loyalty. . . it was already falling apart in every face he saw. The ruling few hopefully had a plan to unravel things, or this was only going to get messier. Even Jezanna spoke out against what was happening.
It was she he had followed to this meeting. And with such eloquence and sureness she spoke in hopes of changing minds. He believed her right, peace would be the best course, but was it too late? What exactly had been done to the other courts to bring about complete and utter isolation for the night court? Going so far as to put up air patrols denying any entrance or exit by the next day. Denocte was being turned into a gilded bird cage and the stifling feeling of being trapped was slowly eeking its way into reality. Trapped animals tended to bite back worst of all.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he continued to listen to those gathered. He did not yet feel it was his place to speak for Denocte's people; still a stranger to so many. Instead he would act as a silent watcher. It was due to this feeling that he found it particularly odd someone originally from without the court was speaking with such authority to its people. The dragonesque one, Isorath, he caught the name in the air laced with distrust and maybe even hatred. For such a proud people, this would be an insult like none other. A relative stranger made their jailer in this gilded cage. One that supposedly had a lot to do with why the cage was erected in the first place. Things only seemed to go downhill as it all continued, and worried for how this all might end, Eidolon came closer to Jezanna. It felt as though a civil war were on the brink right here and now with how heated everyone was. The danger of what might happen next was very real. Like one more spark was all that would be needed.
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