"Oh, but my tongue is a weapon."
Four eyes blinked, the heavy wooden doors shut, and then it all started.
Tempus’ voice, so deep that he could feel it reverberating into the depths of his very core, captivated his attention and Somnus’ keen emerald eyes remained rooted upon the statue. The dunalino’s mouth remained firmly shut through it all, listening, watching, and waiting. A tactician as he was, melded and created for the purpose of these very intricate events, Somnus was no stranger to the tension that permeated the air, so palpable that he could nearly taste it.
Squabbles, indeed. He knew of the transgressions and incidents from the other Courts by experience and by word of mouth. However, what truly caused uneasiness to curl in his breast was Tempus’ final line; ”The world is about to change, and you need to be ready.”
The Dawn King’s gaze drifted then from the statue, taking in the expressions of the others who had gathered; Day, Dusk, Night. An ear flicked forward as the discussions began, the voices of the other Courts rising up, one by one. At his side, Orion gave his own piece, and his choice of words was odd to hear. Somnus offered his Emissary a sidelong glance, that same aloof and stoic expression upon his face. Interesting.
Clearing his throat politely amidst the uneasy din, the Dawn King spoke, the elegance of his accent soft and patient.“Indeed, our Courts often reflect upon our patron Deities. Is it not within the ancient workings of our very lands to uphold the notion that our mighty Gods instill upon us?” Somnus, however, was quick to go on, his gaze sharp as it darted about the gathered equines. “Yet, as mortals, we are inevitably fallible. We are guilty of crimes, of greed, of violence, and of deception… But also as mortals, we have the ability to look forward from past mistakes and learn from previous grievances. We have the ability to see the greatness in each of our lands. While we may not always agree with one another, we can make the conscience decision to respect and understand each other.”
“We achieve nothing by giving in to our anger or hiding ourselves away. We must be forthright and understanding. Agree to disagree, if you must, but to continue on in animosity?” Somnus paused momentarily and gave a roll of his shoulder in a leisurely shrug. Clearly he was unaffected by the tension that still rolled through the meeting space like an invisible wave. “It achieves nothing save cultivating more grief.”
And finally, Somnus grew quiet, glancing momentarily then to Ipomoea. Reassuringly, almost. From that point onward he did not wish to hear about previous squabbles and disagreements. From that point onward, he wished to only direct his attention and energy to what truly mattered, and that was Tempus’ warning.
”The world is about to change, and you need to be ready.”
Indeed they did.
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Tempus’ voice, so deep that he could feel it reverberating into the depths of his very core, captivated his attention and Somnus’ keen emerald eyes remained rooted upon the statue. The dunalino’s mouth remained firmly shut through it all, listening, watching, and waiting. A tactician as he was, melded and created for the purpose of these very intricate events, Somnus was no stranger to the tension that permeated the air, so palpable that he could nearly taste it.
Squabbles, indeed. He knew of the transgressions and incidents from the other Courts by experience and by word of mouth. However, what truly caused uneasiness to curl in his breast was Tempus’ final line; ”The world is about to change, and you need to be ready.”
The Dawn King’s gaze drifted then from the statue, taking in the expressions of the others who had gathered; Day, Dusk, Night. An ear flicked forward as the discussions began, the voices of the other Courts rising up, one by one. At his side, Orion gave his own piece, and his choice of words was odd to hear. Somnus offered his Emissary a sidelong glance, that same aloof and stoic expression upon his face. Interesting.
Clearing his throat politely amidst the uneasy din, the Dawn King spoke, the elegance of his accent soft and patient.
And finally, Somnus grew quiet, glancing momentarily then to Ipomoea. Reassuringly, almost. From that point onward he did not wish to hear about previous squabbles and disagreements. From that point onward, he wished to only direct his attention and energy to what truly mattered, and that was Tempus’ warning.
”The world is about to change, and you need to be ready.”
Indeed they did.
