"Oh, but my tongue is a weapon."
Something about him had changed since that late night spent at the Creek with Eulalie. A fire had ignited in his breast, a passion, a confidence. The gentle-hearted warrior’s words resonated with him even after they had parted ways that following morning, and the Dawn King’s steps were more confident, more poised, more prepared. She believed in him. Ulric, Ipomoea, so many others… They all had faith that he could do what needed to be done, and it would be so.
While not meant for Kingship, it was his burden to bear, and Somnus had every intention on wearing it proudly. After all, he could not lead by standing still. It was ironic that after all this time, he was finally following his own advice. The time to finally do so could not have been more pressing than now. He just hoped that his self-confidence could last.
Stalking the corridors of the citadel, Somnus and Alba moved as one. The barn owl fluttered on ahead of the dunalino, gliding almost lazily through the hallways and avoiding those that they passed with an almost practiced ease. She was a graceful creature when she wasn’t feeling particularly lazy, which much to Somnus’ chagrin, was quite often. Still, the barn owl was in a happy mood, and that mood brightened even more when she wheeled about a corner and spotted Eulalie at the double-doors of the citadel.
’It’s Eulalie! Somnus, hurry up, you lazy git!’ She did not need to see Somnus’ eye roll in response to her teasing, for Alba could just as easily feel it. The barn owl let out a few happy little pops! as she drifted through the air with a mighty beat of her wings and took up a perch upon a nearby window sill. She preened for a moment before turning beady black eyes upon the ivory and golden warrior, so very pleased for her arrival. If only she could communicate to Eulalie the same way she could with Somnus…
Rounding the corner only moments later, Somnus’ expression softened as he regarded the woman who stood by the entrance. His chest grew warm as he ventured closer, his expression softening. Greeting the passing servant with a nod and a smile as she ducked out of the way, the Dawn King’s verdant eyes drifted to take root upon Eulalie’s beautiful frame. Gods, but she was slowly working a little niche into that deep part of his heart…“Eulalie,” he murmured, not even bothering to hide the fondness that coated the sound of her name, “It’s wonderful to see you, darling. Are you well?”
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While not meant for Kingship, it was his burden to bear, and Somnus had every intention on wearing it proudly. After all, he could not lead by standing still. It was ironic that after all this time, he was finally following his own advice. The time to finally do so could not have been more pressing than now. He just hoped that his self-confidence could last.
Stalking the corridors of the citadel, Somnus and Alba moved as one. The barn owl fluttered on ahead of the dunalino, gliding almost lazily through the hallways and avoiding those that they passed with an almost practiced ease. She was a graceful creature when she wasn’t feeling particularly lazy, which much to Somnus’ chagrin, was quite often. Still, the barn owl was in a happy mood, and that mood brightened even more when she wheeled about a corner and spotted Eulalie at the double-doors of the citadel.
’It’s Eulalie! Somnus, hurry up, you lazy git!’ She did not need to see Somnus’ eye roll in response to her teasing, for Alba could just as easily feel it. The barn owl let out a few happy little pops! as she drifted through the air with a mighty beat of her wings and took up a perch upon a nearby window sill. She preened for a moment before turning beady black eyes upon the ivory and golden warrior, so very pleased for her arrival. If only she could communicate to Eulalie the same way she could with Somnus…
Rounding the corner only moments later, Somnus’ expression softened as he regarded the woman who stood by the entrance. His chest grew warm as he ventured closer, his expression softening. Greeting the passing servant with a nod and a smile as she ducked out of the way, the Dawn King’s verdant eyes drifted to take root upon Eulalie’s beautiful frame. Gods, but she was slowly working a little niche into that deep part of his heart…
