His tread wasn't careful or quiet, but neither did it demand attention.
No, it was the comfortable movement of one who was home.
The flickering light that lined the arched corridors leading to the throne room was like an embrace, the shadows that deepened along the high ceilings and swept along the floors, devouring his hooves and blackened locks even moreso. It was refreshing, the return to the keep nestled in the lands that Calligo had carved out for them, her gift to her devoted, wild children. Camdis could not help the smile that curved at his lips and the joy that brightened his eyes, the delicious sense of belonging that wrapped loving arms about his shoulders.
He wondered if Calligo was as happy to have him as he was to have her.
Passing by a bay of open-air windows, their glassless lengths stretching from floor to ceiling, the healer-to-be paused to admire the endless blanket of stars that filled the skies. In his youth, Camdis had been fascinated by the differing shades of night, the way the moon could blot out the stars with her light, or narrow herself to a sliver, a winking eye in a sea of fireflies. Now he wondered if he had been drawn to them because he was destined to be here, in the Court of his beloved Calligo, if his wounded heart had always known where he would end up.
Maybe when he again made the trek to that mountain temple, his goddess would tell him whether his suspicions were true.
Continuing on, thick mane and tail swish swishing along the polished floors, the horned stallion at last came upon the massive entryway into the throne room, the seat of Calligo's chosen sovereign. Camdis had heard his name whispered through the halls and the courtyards of the palace, and his curiosity had washed over him in a wave - who was the great King of Night? Would he accept Camdis, stained as he was with past mistakes that were not his own to claim, but his all the same?
Slowing to a stop before the empty dais, Camdis waited, feeling as if a cry out would be disrespectful at the least and blasphemous at the worst.
It was time for the Exile King to bow before his superior.
No, it was the comfortable movement of one who was home.
The flickering light that lined the arched corridors leading to the throne room was like an embrace, the shadows that deepened along the high ceilings and swept along the floors, devouring his hooves and blackened locks even moreso. It was refreshing, the return to the keep nestled in the lands that Calligo had carved out for them, her gift to her devoted, wild children. Camdis could not help the smile that curved at his lips and the joy that brightened his eyes, the delicious sense of belonging that wrapped loving arms about his shoulders.
He wondered if Calligo was as happy to have him as he was to have her.
Passing by a bay of open-air windows, their glassless lengths stretching from floor to ceiling, the healer-to-be paused to admire the endless blanket of stars that filled the skies. In his youth, Camdis had been fascinated by the differing shades of night, the way the moon could blot out the stars with her light, or narrow herself to a sliver, a winking eye in a sea of fireflies. Now he wondered if he had been drawn to them because he was destined to be here, in the Court of his beloved Calligo, if his wounded heart had always known where he would end up.
Maybe when he again made the trek to that mountain temple, his goddess would tell him whether his suspicions were true.
Continuing on, thick mane and tail swish swishing along the polished floors, the horned stallion at last came upon the massive entryway into the throne room, the seat of Calligo's chosen sovereign. Camdis had heard his name whispered through the halls and the courtyards of the palace, and his curiosity had washed over him in a wave - who was the great King of Night? Would he accept Camdis, stained as he was with past mistakes that were not his own to claim, but his all the same?
Slowing to a stop before the empty dais, Camdis waited, feeling as if a cry out would be disrespectful at the least and blasphemous at the worst.
It was time for the Exile King to bow before his superior.
@Reichenbach hi! just wanting to make an official introduction and have Cam solidify his place here at Night Court<333
