The laugh that bubbled up from Cynix’s throat was a soothing balm to the Crow’s frayed nerves. The melodic chiming of it was a soothing sound - and, the pegasus noted absently, laughter looked even better than it sounded when joy was written over multicolored features. Opal eyes were drawn to the soft fluttering of his friend’s alabaster wings and Raglan marveled at the delicate limbs, a bittersweet pang tugging at his heart as memories of preening the porcelain feathers flashed within his mind. Soon, he was sure of it, soon they would be as close as they were, and there would be no more pain when he thought of the past.
A shiver shimmied its way over dark crimson skin as Cynix’s galaxy-clad side brushed against Raglan’s own and the stallion turned his head to watch the scholar move past. ”To the Dawn Court we go, then.” Came that purring baritone that had so quickly become so uniquely Cynix’s and the Crow couldn’t help but chuckle as his grin widened. Pivoting on a pale hoof to fall into step with his comrade’s leisurely pace, Raglan craned his neck and jovially bumped his nose against the corded muscle of his friend’s shoulder.
It felt good to be in the company of someone who held so much memory of home and who presented such potential for future happiness - it felt good to be secure again. For so long, in both his time away and in coming back to find Denocte closed off from the world, Raglan had felt aimless and lost, as if his soul was adrift in an endless sea. Yet, with an old friend as his anchor and he prospect of mischief held beneath a darkening sky as his sail, the Silvertongue felt himself again.
He couldn’t lose his grin even if he tried.
“To the festival we go.”
@Cynix ahhh such a bad post lol
