[Quest] unaware of the chaos

[Random Events]

in the eye of the storm

The arrival of fall had brought with it dark clouds and fresh rain, wind and water lashing against the cliff face. The storm was unrelenting for days, a furious and powerful display of nature that drove many inhabitants, both equine and others, to seek shelter within the Court.  It is only the first of many storms to come in the following months, but it seems especially ferocious. 

Despite this, when the weather finally decides to lessen @Asterion will feel a tug at his very soul. Something that he can't quite place will draw him to the Cliffs, and guide him to a rocky path leading down to the shoreline. The Regent may not know what exactly he's doing there, but one thing is certain: he's there for a reason.

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The rain was still falling—albeit at a gentler and steadier pace—when the Pallas’s Gull appeared. 

She drifted on lazy wings, allowing the wind to push her this way and that way as she drifted along the coastline. There was no fear in her eyes, nor worry that the storm might suddenly start up in force again. She was confident and strong in her flight; the slightest shift of her angled wings was more than enough to pull her from the gale’s grasp. Her flight was her own, and she was loathe to let nature dictate where she went. 

The gull was searching the beach for possible food—or shiny shells to collect, either would do—when Asterion appears on the beach.

He wasn’t the flashiest of creatures—she’d seen horses dubbed in the finest of silks, with the most intricate of braids and expensive jewelry piled upon their frames. He was simple, yes handsome, and perhaps that is what drew her to him. The wind slows, and she drifts ever nearer, floating in a sweeping arc around the wandering equine. Her eyes, as black as coal, size him up with an intensity that seems lost of him.

Once she’s made her decision, she wastes no time. 

The gull races down the shoreline, glancing over every rock and pebble and discarded shell she passes until—there. 

She swerves and dives, her body dropping to the ground so that she might collect her prize in her red-tipped bill. The shell is black and ordinary on the outside; some might go so far as to call it ugly. But she knows better. It’s the perfect shell, and she’s collected it for him.

With a few deft beats of her wings she’s back in the air, winging her way quickly back to the bay. The rain has all but stopped now, a bit of sun peaking through the rain clouds and illuminating Asterion in light. The Pallas’s Gull slows the closer she comes, until finally she is able to drop the shell at his hooves. It lands face up, so that its most vibrant and iridescent layer is exposed to the world. A diamond in the rough, much like Asterion himself.

She lands next to the shell, and looks up at the Dusk Court Regent expectantly.

Should he pick the shell up—accepting the avian’s offering—Asterion will have found himself a new friend in the Pallas’s Gull.

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As the storm calms, @Asterion will find himself wandering the shores near Praistigia Cliffs. As he walks, he may notice the lone gull who seems to be wandering as aimlessly as himself: once he does, the gull will begin her quest to find the perfect mussel shell, and upon doing so will bring it back to Asterion, as a sort of peace offering. If he accepts the shell, he'll be bonded to the Pallas's Gull.

Asterion has met his bonded.


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