ERD
Oh, Erd knew that his brother wasn’t happy with him for practically forcing him to attend Dusk Court’s fun little meeting, but he had really wanted to go. The few citizens of Terrastella that he had met so far hadn’t seemed all that bad. Yeah, Marisol was a little rough around the edges and Atreus was kind of creepy, but they weren’t bad. In the end, Ard had caved, and the two brothers had made their way along the pathway and through the trees to the assigned meeting place.
Upon their arrival, the elder warlock simply took a moment to inhale the familiar scent of fire. The bonfires that crackled merrily throughout the clearing beckoned him, but Erd knew that he nor his twin could manipulate the flames into fun shapes or mythical beings like they had once done in Luminous. At the feeling of velvet pressed against his flank, turquoise eyes glanced back and he met Ard’s wary gaze with a warm, reassuring smile. This was hard on his brother, he knew, but Erd was so very proud of him.
From there, he guided his twin along, their petite frames positively dwarfed by the gathered citizens of Terrastella. He wondered, briefly, if they were the shortest members of the Court. More than likely, from the towering frames standing sporadically throughout the clearing, or at least they hadn’t met anyone shorter than themselves yet.
Arriving at a crackling fire where two had already gathered, the silver warlock took a moment to examine them both. The pale, golden lady with tresses covered with lilac blossoms seemed kind and kindred, and Erd immediately liked the warm look upon her pretty face. It caused him to smile and shift happily, and immediately he felt compelled to speak to her. Of course, that would be rude, as she was clearly in discussion with a male of earthen browns and striking whites. Straightening up to his full height, which really wasn’t much, Erd’s warm smile remained as he waited for a break in their conversation to introduce both he and his brother.
Florentine and Quinn, was it? He knew the name Florentine. She was the Sovereign of Terrastella, the queen, right? She seemed nice. Far nicer than any experience he had with royalty. Turquoise eyes, wide with earnest emotion, glanced between Quinn and Florentine until he could finally introduce himself, and he did so proudly and brazenly, jovial tones carrying his voice along the evening air.
“Hi,” he began happily, tail swishing with merriment and ears forward and alert, “I’m Erd. This is Ard. It’s nice to meet you both, Miss Florentine, Quinn.” Erd hoped, belatedly, that Quinn was not offended that he didn’t get a title before his name. Was that rude? Was that something he was supposed to do when addressing people? Erd didn’t know. “We just arrived here, so it’s, um… It’s really nice. To meet everyone. Thank you for inviting us.”
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