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S O M N U S He lingered in the background and on his own with only Alba in his company, settled behind the tapestries and crowds, enjoying the sweet, aromatic scents of the flowers on the breeze. The sounds of children laughing and the peppy, upbeat echoes of songs reached his ears, and the Dawn King found his shoulders relaxing. The weather was compliant and optimal, the sun warm upon his wings and his back, and he watched with keen emerald eyes as the festival goers got in line for Ipomoea’s stand. Somnus smiled. His Regent was quite at home here, among the beautiful flowers and the jovial, innocent laughter. That was why he had allowed the golden-hearted appaloosa the opportunity to plan the event. It was right up his alley, after all, and none could do it better. Judging by the atmosphere around them now, it was the right choice to make. Delumine was naturally beautiful, but Ipomoea had the skills necessary to cultivate that beauty, those blessings, and turn them into something more. For a while longer Somnus remained standing vigilant, one leg hiked, ears turning and eyes roaming as he listened and watched, respectively. Upon his shoulders, Alba fluttered her wings, feeling lazy in the afternoon light. What a fine beginning to what he hoped would be a week of fun and merriment. Already a few familiar faces had greeted their Sovereign, and Somnus had responded in warm kind, careful not to take up too much of their time. After all, this was a celebration of fun, beauty, and artistry. They did not need to dampen the affair by spending it all on him. A break in the line was the signal for him to move, and Somnus did so, his golden coat glinting in the sunlight as he tore himself away from the backdrops to approach his dappled Regent. The dunalino’s dark lips twisted upwards into a fond, affectionate smile, his steps graceful and elegant as ever as he approached. Verdant eyes, dancing with merriment and joy, regarded the young fellow that he had begun to consider a younger brother with both adoration and fondness. His gaze wandered, drifting over the tabletop and taking in the sight of the beautifully cultivated flower crowns that Ipomoea had so passionately, and effortlessly created. What a gift he had, indeed. One crown in particular caught his eye; one of violet irises and woven green holly. “May I?” He inquired, his formal tone a bit louder to be heard over the din of joyfully shouting foals at his back, the two youngsters darting through the crowds to go and watch the upcoming dancers perform. The Dawn King cast them a patient, entertained smile before focusing once more upon Ipomoea. “You’ve quite outdone yourself, little brother. It’s all come together beautifully.” Upon his shoulders, Alba shifted and spread her wings, fluttering from her perch so that she could take purchase on the corner of the stall. Her large black eyes stared curiously at the Regent, and she let out a needy screech. Through their bond, he could feel her yearning for a crown all her own. ’Me, too?’ Somnus chuckled softly beneath his breath, good mirth coating his tone as he asked. “… Have you a crown that might fit an owl as well, good Po?” xx |
Yeeeessss flower crowns all around!
