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S O M N U S Orion’s words came quickly and with little fanfare, but Somnus appreciated them all the same. It was always a treat to speak with the recently promoted Emissary, who did not care to hold his tongue or treat him any differently. It was nice. Better than nice, if he were being honest. The Dawn King smiled and chuckled beneath his breath, giving a shake of his head at the young grullo’s words. The woven holly swayed with the movement, the petals of his floral crown shifting slightly with the action, yet they remained rooted in place. Alba, as with all of Orion’s compliments, seemed to positively puff up with the praise. It was always nice to see that the barn owl, typically so finicky and uncertain of others, so warm and comfortable in Orion’s presence. He was truly something else. “Nonsence,” Somnus countered, lifting a front hoof, letting his posture change and shift as he picked a comfortable stance to begin their song, “I’m a lumbering git on the dancefloor, if we’re being honest, yet I have an inkling that none will care how graceful we may or may not look. It’s all about having fun, my good man.” Legs stretching, back arching, wings splaying, the Dawn King looked elegant and regal and just a tiny bit awkward as he waited for Orion to join him. Alba, jostled by the movement, gave a hiss of indignation before spreading her wings and lifting into the air with effortless poise, where she swirled about before perching into a branch of a nearby tree to watch them. It was only when Orion had fallen into step at his side, close enough that they were nearly brushing with one miscalculated step that Somnus allowed himself to fall into place among the other dancers. It was a simple dance, really, one diluted down so that the foals could keep up despite their innocent giggling and incoordination. A few steps to the right, a stomp of a hind leg, a few steps to the left, another stomp. Rinse, repeat. Shift and turn. Sway and laugh. It was all in good theory, of course, for Somnus, while having taken lessons in Vallen, was still not the best dancer, yet it didn’t matter. So long as they had fun and enjoyed themselves, that was the true meaning of the moment. Right? ’You look like a ridiculous child,’ Alba teased, head tilted as she watched them make utter fools of themselves, ’A jester, not a king.’ Verdant green eyes rolled and he gave a snort, but the smile remained upon his lip. Nonsense. If one cannot live for the moment, then what does one have to live for? The owl remained silent on that, content to watch both her bonded and the Emissary as they began their dance together. Alba couldn’t truly belittle them, not when it was clear that they were quite enjoying themselves. Good, good. She hated to see Somnus so stricken by his duties. This was good for him. Orion was good for him. xx |
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