"Oh, but my tongue is a weapon."
The humble din grew silent as the doors creaked open with a reverberating rumble, their attentions captivated by the moment that they had all been preparing for since receiving orders from their divine messenger.
Somnus’ verdant eyes swept over the crowds that stood in groups separated by their Courts, narrowed in speculation as he regarded the revealed clearing. Upon his spine, Alba’s wings ruffled and her beak clacked in apprehension, but the barn owl was curiously silent. It was as though the weight of the moment had subdued her insatiable spirit. Turning his head, the Dawn King regarded the ivory and sunshine woman at his side. Their shared night was not lost on his mind, nor on his heart. He smiled fleetingly.
“We should go.” The words, simple but meaningful, were directed towards everyone who had traveled from Delumine to Veneror. Reaching out, Somnus pressed a gentle kiss to the smooth line of Eulalie’s cheek. “We’ll be back soon.” Another smile, but then the expression grew far more somber and stern. Golden shoulders rolled as he straightened his posture, very aware that all of the Regime from the other Courts were present. He knew Florentine quite intimately and was vaguely familiar with Seraphina, yet Somnus knew nothing of Denocte’s Reichenbach. It was best that he be utmost prepared to represent Delumine and the Dawn Court.
Turning his head, Somnus motioned towards the gates.“Come, brothers.” With a look towards Ipomoea and Orion, he stepped through the crowds and passed through the gates unhindered. His eyes roamed the other Sovereigns and their chosen dignitaries, giving a respectful nod to those that they passed as they ventured towards the tapestries and depictions of Dawn’s own history, and the Dawn King admired an ancient tapestry depicting Simon the First before settling at their designated positions. With Ipomoea on one side and Orion on the other, the dunalino composed himself, every bit as elegant and poised as a king should be.
’Look.’ Alba’s instruction caused him to follow the feeling within his chest, and he spotted what had captivated her; the glowing statue of Tempus. So, this was the work of the divines. Trepidation mingled with reverence within his breast, but the Dawn King remained that stoic, composed figure and gave a respectful, reverent nod of his head towards the statue. From there, he focused, letting his wings relax only enough to brush against the Regime at his sides.
Together.
It was time.
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Somnus’ verdant eyes swept over the crowds that stood in groups separated by their Courts, narrowed in speculation as he regarded the revealed clearing. Upon his spine, Alba’s wings ruffled and her beak clacked in apprehension, but the barn owl was curiously silent. It was as though the weight of the moment had subdued her insatiable spirit. Turning his head, the Dawn King regarded the ivory and sunshine woman at his side. Their shared night was not lost on his mind, nor on his heart. He smiled fleetingly.
Turning his head, Somnus motioned towards the gates.
’Look.’ Alba’s instruction caused him to follow the feeling within his chest, and he spotted what had captivated her; the glowing statue of Tempus. So, this was the work of the divines. Trepidation mingled with reverence within his breast, but the Dawn King remained that stoic, composed figure and gave a respectful, reverent nod of his head towards the statue. From there, he focused, letting his wings relax only enough to brush against the Regime at his sides.
Together.
It was time.
