He had never been much for revelry, but the stallion was beginning to notice the appeal.
The celebration that followed Reichenbach's coronation was no symphony, no orderly soiree with the gentle clinking of wine glasses and murmured talk of politics. No, the Night Court had poured into the streets and grassy paddocks, a roaring, cacophonous sea of laughter and dancing and music and joy. There was so much joy that it burst in the air, invisible and all encompassing, intoxicating and contagious.
So this was his home, this patchwork community held together by threads of passion and common heart. It was a Court that held it's feet to the ground and it's head in the clouds, a city of dreamers all swept up in the understanding that there was something more to life than the individual, that they were more together than apart.
That love was not a limited resource and that beauty did not have to blossom forth from conventional means.
The smile that graced Camdis' lips had reached his eyes, turning the pale coals that nestled there into flame, their endless depths taking in the scene with an almost starving sort of greed. Everywhere he looked, he could see and feel the pulsing heart of Denocte, the undulating beat of a nation alive.
And at the center of everything, the moon, the stars, the very sun; Reichenbach.
The horned stallion felt himself pulled toward his sovereign as if magnetized, his heart and his soul and his great adoration for the monarch that had brought his home to life, all tugging him to the side of his King. Slowing to a stop within a comfortable distance of his warrior monarch, Camdis offered a smile and a nod to both Reichenbach and the serpentine stallion that had presented himself to their shared sovereign.
"The people love you," he murmured just loud enough for immediate company to hear, pale eyes dancing in the firelight and wide with wonder, "You are our chosen. It is... amazing. You are Calligo's greatest creation and we are lucky to have you."
The celebration that followed Reichenbach's coronation was no symphony, no orderly soiree with the gentle clinking of wine glasses and murmured talk of politics. No, the Night Court had poured into the streets and grassy paddocks, a roaring, cacophonous sea of laughter and dancing and music and joy. There was so much joy that it burst in the air, invisible and all encompassing, intoxicating and contagious.
So this was his home, this patchwork community held together by threads of passion and common heart. It was a Court that held it's feet to the ground and it's head in the clouds, a city of dreamers all swept up in the understanding that there was something more to life than the individual, that they were more together than apart.
That love was not a limited resource and that beauty did not have to blossom forth from conventional means.
The smile that graced Camdis' lips had reached his eyes, turning the pale coals that nestled there into flame, their endless depths taking in the scene with an almost starving sort of greed. Everywhere he looked, he could see and feel the pulsing heart of Denocte, the undulating beat of a nation alive.
And at the center of everything, the moon, the stars, the very sun; Reichenbach.
The horned stallion felt himself pulled toward his sovereign as if magnetized, his heart and his soul and his great adoration for the monarch that had brought his home to life, all tugging him to the side of his King. Slowing to a stop within a comfortable distance of his warrior monarch, Camdis offered a smile and a nod to both Reichenbach and the serpentine stallion that had presented himself to their shared sovereign.
"The people love you," he murmured just loud enough for immediate company to hear, pale eyes dancing in the firelight and wide with wonder, "You are our chosen. It is... amazing. You are Calligo's greatest creation and we are lucky to have you."
@Reichenbach @Lothaire
