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Having been born in the late fall, it had taken months for Lothaire to be introduced to summer. He had greeted the rolling warmth and high-set sun politely, gladly. It suited a cold-blooded creature such as he; and ever since that first summer he had only longed for the other seasons to pass. Spring was not enough, it did not satisfy him, and it left the winged man feeling quietly sullen. But not enough to keep him from chasing his wanderlust far beyond the borders of a place he still refused to call home. Night Court had been gracious, always, in welcoming him, and it had almost caught him off guard. From experience Lothaire knew a keeper of secrets was not usually accepted so freely. Still, the python-skinned man recognised the tugging deep within his cavernous chest to be unavoidable, and to it he heeded, slithering through the mountain pass by night.
Eluetheria Plain had opened up before him like an unfolding endless map, the sound of gentle swaying grass kissing his serpentine ears - hark, that was not the only sound they detected nonetheless. Footsteps coming to a close. Nebulous black eyes swivelled north to drink in the sight of woman not far against the horizon, her tall unyielding frame lit up by red and gold dying upon the sky. Her perfume sang of Dusk Court, and at that his curiosity was caught. Much he had heard of her house - tales of ardor and soft lavender, but he knew better than to rely only on the whispers of old; he knew better than to rely not on himself. And thus, with silent ease, Lothaire began to approach.
@rannveig <3
