RENWICK
When he had received the Raven to come to the capital, the gnawing feeling in his stomach told him he would not like what he was about to witness.
So it's only some small comfort that he turned out to be right, and his instincts haven't decided to abandon him. Renwick might've laughed, but instead he watched from his own position in the shadows, as everyone gathered and the Regime stepped forward with their decree.
And the Court erupted.
He cannot say he blames them, especially those who are new to Denocte, for the closing of the Gate. Effectively closing them in once more. They're fresh faced and fortunate enough to have not seen the bitter truths Novus often carried within her grasp. Renwick had been born to those truths, he had gone to war and fought for and against those truths too. Now he was Lord Commander of the Brotherhood for it, his wolfs teeth crown pricks his brow and the flowers he wears are almost too much. If he was younger and more naive, he might've spoken up too.
But he is world weary and a cynic in certain lights. He understood difficult decisions, making them in the knowledge they would not be liked. That more than the deserving would be affected by the seemingly cruel hand played. Even the most benign commands could sour a crowd, too. Leadership was a fickle thing, there was no balance to it, only a scale you tried to keep even.
Briefly, he thought of Seraphina as the drone of the crowd blurs into one voice of discontent. Then, he thought of the letter he had sent, hopefully it had arrived in a timely manner. Kalani had never failed him but...well he worried. Did she like the flowers? Were they too much? Too little? What did one gift a Queen who had made such an impression upon his mind? Had she left the Abigo caves and returned to the Sun's version of this? What if she didn't like the flowers. It's a blind moment of panic and the rational part of him that was at least trying to get him to pay attention, cannot help but roll it's eyes.
A sigh escaped him, and the Rose Knight shifted in his place in the shadows, he would have to worry about the flowers later. In a place that was not so public, even if he was hidden in the shadows. Denocte looked the same as it always had, even if the faces had changed over the years. They are still so vibrant and different and utterly what he'd expect. A tug of fondness reverberates deep. Just as the Emissary and Regent make their timely exit. The Crowd is too riled to continue a conversation, better to let it cool off.
So he too made his exit, a wolf silently padding into the night.
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When he had received the Raven to come to the capital, the gnawing feeling in his stomach told him he would not like what he was about to witness.
So it's only some small comfort that he turned out to be right, and his instincts haven't decided to abandon him. Renwick might've laughed, but instead he watched from his own position in the shadows, as everyone gathered and the Regime stepped forward with their decree.
And the Court erupted.
He cannot say he blames them, especially those who are new to Denocte, for the closing of the Gate. Effectively closing them in once more. They're fresh faced and fortunate enough to have not seen the bitter truths Novus often carried within her grasp. Renwick had been born to those truths, he had gone to war and fought for and against those truths too. Now he was Lord Commander of the Brotherhood for it, his wolfs teeth crown pricks his brow and the flowers he wears are almost too much. If he was younger and more naive, he might've spoken up too.
But he is world weary and a cynic in certain lights. He understood difficult decisions, making them in the knowledge they would not be liked. That more than the deserving would be affected by the seemingly cruel hand played. Even the most benign commands could sour a crowd, too. Leadership was a fickle thing, there was no balance to it, only a scale you tried to keep even.
Briefly, he thought of Seraphina as the drone of the crowd blurs into one voice of discontent. Then, he thought of the letter he had sent, hopefully it had arrived in a timely manner. Kalani had never failed him but...well he worried. Did she like the flowers? Were they too much? Too little? What did one gift a Queen who had made such an impression upon his mind? Had she left the Abigo caves and returned to the Sun's version of this? What if she didn't like the flowers. It's a blind moment of panic and the rational part of him that was at least trying to get him to pay attention, cannot help but roll it's eyes.
A sigh escaped him, and the Rose Knight shifted in his place in the shadows, he would have to worry about the flowers later. In a place that was not so public, even if he was hidden in the shadows. Denocte looked the same as it always had, even if the faces had changed over the years. They are still so vibrant and different and utterly what he'd expect. A tug of fondness reverberates deep. Just as the Emissary and Regent make their timely exit. The Crowd is too riled to continue a conversation, better to let it cool off.
So he too made his exit, a wolf silently padding into the night.
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