[P] Dew in the Valley

[Eik]

Never trust the story teller.

The god's voice makes Eik's teeth ache, and he is painfully aware of the green walls, green ceiling surrounding him. It is hard to keep his cool between the claustrophobia and the presence of a god, the god of time no less. Time has taken everything from him.

Bexley speaks first and beside him, her anger ripples like waves of heat. Despite the seriousness of the moment, and the danger of accusing a god, Eik almost smiles. If anyone could pick a fight with the gods and win, it would be Bexley Briar. He sees her point, too- history constantly repeats itself, Tempus of all gods should know that- but her venom puts him on edge. Where she is the fire of anger, he is steely caution.

Two dawn members speak next, and then he figures he should say something. It is not ideal to follow the eloquent reasoning of the dawn court sovereign, but Eik is not terribly concerned with sounding like an ass in comparison- it would not be the first time. He lowers his head in a gesture of respect, and then speaks his part. "I am a foreigner, so I can speak only of what I have witnessed in the past several seasons. It seems to me that change is already upon us. In Solterra, those who were once slaves now walk as free citizens."

(Some of them even become queens)

"Since Seraphina became sovereign, we have focused on rebuilding our own kingdom and maintaining peace, or pursuing friendship, with the others. And when our court was attacked." He comes to a sudden stop as he thinks of the reflection of Solis in the gleaming steel of Avdotya's spear. Solis who looked down, beaming. Was Tempus there, too? Watching?... Judging?

"Dawn and Dusk sent healers, and Night supplies." He nods graciously to the representatives before him. "Since then, I have met members of each court and would even call some of them close friends." A small private smile, as the grey thinks that Tempus would not understand how much that means to him.

"It is hard to break the pattern of history, but it is possible-- and it is slowly being done." Slowly but certainly, wounds are healing. Part of him is almost afraid that it will take a single unfortunate event to rip them open again... but what good ever came from fear? There is a foreboding sense of heaviness that hangs over them all after Tempus' words, and still he cannot bring himself be afraid. Let change come. Let it turn their comfortable world upside-down. 

Eik looks around, clearly finished speaking and far more interested in listening to the others. The sheepish look on his face reads clearly: but what do I know?

Only trust the story.

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