See the thing you've been chasing, honey You'll never find it wearing a life vest You've gotta risk your neck Know in your heart it will be worth it With the summer months waning, the morning was remarkably cool, a welcome reprieve from the relentless heat that had plagued them for so long. It was an ordinary morning like any other, quiet and peaceful as the world slowly began to wake save for Delumine’s Warden, who had just returned from his nightly patrol. Another night had passed without incident, and now, he had every intention of stretching out in his room and catching up on some much needed rest. Reaching the mighty citadel, Ulric wound his way between the structures on his journey to the courtyard which would lead him inside. On his way, he saw a few others in passing and greeted each of them with a fatigued smile on his face. Oh, how very tired he was – his ceaseless exploration of the borders finally catching up to him – yet Ulric could not bring himself to leave them for even a single night. As he rounded a corner that opened into the exquisite courtyard, the Warden spotted a familiar figure standing at the center of it. A sly grin threatened to pull back against dark lips, the cogs of his mind churning in a plan to startle the Sovereign as he had done on occasion in the past. However, as the roan took his first stalking step forward, it became evident that something wasn’t quite right. The way that Somnus stood rigid, muscles tense as though in some sort of shock, frozen in place as he stared down an owl, much like Alba, but of grand proportion. Most curiously of all, Ulric heard it speak in a haunting voice that caused his skin to prickle and crawl, chilling him to the bone. The statement spoken, while simple, was ominous; ”You will come.” Only when Somnus had spoken his own response to the ethereal owl did Ulric finally approach, cautious in the way he eyed the owl before focusing entirely on his friend and the note that had been presented. His eyes narrowed as he read it, his chest growing tight with uneasy anticipation. They were to send three of their own to the highest peak in Novus to meet… but with whom, and for what reason? Whatever it was, Ulric didn’t like it and his pinched expression showed just that. “… What do you think it could be?” The question finally came after a stretch of silent pondering, perturbed golden eyes meeting the verdant emerald of his King, his best friend. Then, more importantly, “What will you do?” @Somnus |
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