At Seraphina's acknowledgement, the statue simply blinks in return, each of the four eyes closing in unison before returning to their original state. They stare at the gathered equines, waiting as they file in silently.
As the last of the Regimes walk through the opening and take their place at the table, the wooden doors slide to a shut with a groan, sealing away the 12 equines.
“Dawn, Day, Dusk and Night.”
Tempus spoke with the same voice he had when summoning the Sovereigns—but this time, it did not travel beyond the clearing. This meeting was for the Regimes and the god, and no one else. “How long has it been since the Sovereigns stood in the same room together?” Of course, the god of time already knew the answer; the answer was years. Decades. Such a thing had not occurred in any of the mortals’ lifetimes. Such a thing had not occurred since his children had separated centuries ago.
He had waited. He had watched. He had dared to hope.
And still, over centuries, the Courts had been unable to reconcile their differences. They were prone to bickering and misunderstanding, simple wrongs that turned into complicated hurts. Despite the time separating these four Sovereigns from their patron deities’ separation, Tempus was unable to overlook how similar their circumstances were. How reflective the Sovereigns were of his own children.
His eyes wandering around the faces in the room, light shining upon each of the Sovereigns and their Regimes. Disappointment is plain in his voice, the statue's gaze piercing and accusatory. ”What is the cause of these squabbles? What do you have to say for yourselves?”
After a prolonged pause filled with murmuring and uneasy glances, the statue shook both of its heads in deliberation. It would seem his creations were unable to reconcile themselves on their own, a fact he had tried in vain to overlook for generations. It was time for a gentle nudge; for he feared if the Courts could not come together, neither could his children. ”Do you know why you’re here?” The statue speaks without moving, its mouth as frozen and immobile as it had been on the peaks of Veneror. ”Or have you come without understanding? The world is about to change, and you need to be ready.”
His question was posed to the Sovereigns, but he knew their Regimes would have plenty to add. The floor was open; each Court had been filled with hurt and anger since equines had first been allowed on Novus, a pain that had only seemed to deepen with distance. It was time for the conversation to be started for them.
The god already knows how the discussion will go, and how it will inevitably end. It pained him to intercede, to meddle with time and fate—but he knew it to be necessary. For their sakes, and for the Courts.
Since everyone got their posts in early, the next round is also starting early!
This round will end on June 14th, 11:59 PM EST. Again, you are each allowed a maximum of 500 words for your post, in which your character can air their concerns to the god and to each other. Your character does not need to speak; however, a reply is still required!
Each character is guaranteed one post in this round, to ensure your voice/reaction gets heard. The Sovereigns do not have to reply first—but once each of the Sovereigns have replied, you may start additional replies for your character if you’d like!
The topic: why do you think the Courts are so fractured? What does your character want to see in terms of court relations? What do you have to say to one another, and to Tempus? If your character has any grievances, now is the time to share them!
Gonna retag the sovereigns instead of all 12 of you: @Somnus @
Please be advised, tagging the Random Event account does not guarantee a response!
