Plenty was happening, both within and without the kingdom of Terrastella, to draw the red stallion's interests away from the heart of the territory. Certainly there was no love lost between him and its sovereign, who in her own youthful romanticism had all of the energy in the world to champion lost causes and none of the sense she needed to see those lost causes for what they were.
It was quintessentially Flora, and at least he could not accuse her of selling her soul to better fit the crown. Still, he doubted her youth and inexperience in what promised to be dark times, and he much preferred to lose himself in the pursuit of his own intrigues.
But throw a party and you can bet Raymond will try to make at least a symbolic appearance - even if it's in Susurro Fields.
He was not a courtier, to don fancy garments and smize and curtsy while trading words with less substance than the air it took to say them, but such gatherings and such company were easy functions to exploit, and always fun to observe. For One Night Only™ the walls of both kingdom and citizen turned from solid stone to swiss cheese, and a thoughtful word was suddenly as effective as a jackhammer at penetrating them.
Tonight, though, the red stallion was content to stand - not apart, but alone amongst the gathering horses - and let the night develop as it may rather than injecting himself into a conversation. His tail blade was freshly cleaned and sharpened and lay in its usual languid arc at his back, no more menacing than an ornamental saber belted at the waist.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
Anyone feel free to jump in, though I would love a chance to RP with someone I've not threaded with before on Novus!
aut viam inveniam aut faciam
