ORION
exiled prince
"Yes. One of the many I've ventured out. Being an Emissary means I need to know many faces and to have ties in all the courts. I should be forging alliances, but since the Summit, I have been sorely lacking. The gods have returned and it's quite a stirring they've created." This is the time where he should be most wandering in to places, speaking to other Emissaries and beginning to think of ideas for the courts so they could survive the next storm that was brewing between the gods and their subjects. Change was coming, he had said. Change would indeed be coming, and they all needed to be prepared.
Shaking his horned head a moment, he looked away from the trees, closing his eyes and exhaling softly, slowly. He listened though, ears twitching toward Umbra as he heard her words. He allowed himself to visualize some of it, drawing up images in his mind of farms and merchant stalls. It reminded him of home, somewhat. A place where many had lived outside the castle walls, had grown their foods and read their books by firelight. It had been peaceful, for a while, until the vagabonds had mounted their attack. Slowly, Orion pushed the thoughts away, his head lifting and ears flicking as he looked over toward Umbra once more, lips pulling up in to a small smile.
"It's a shame that many homes seem to vanish... and in the long run, it seems, many that lose their homes end up here." It was a soft breath that he used to speak with, but he shook his head a little bit. He easily pushed the thoughts away, instead shuffling his weight on his hooves as he pondered. "My home was very different from here. I lived in a castle, where the lands were rich and well grown. Many farmers lived there too, but... it drew the attention of vagabonds and rogues. I remember bits and pieces, the castle being torn apart, the burning crops. I was smuggled out when I was young and escaped, and I know the castle survived. Home is there, at least, in the sense of the castle being there. My real home itself is gone."
Shaking his horned head a moment, he looked away from the trees, closing his eyes and exhaling softly, slowly. He listened though, ears twitching toward Umbra as he heard her words. He allowed himself to visualize some of it, drawing up images in his mind of farms and merchant stalls. It reminded him of home, somewhat. A place where many had lived outside the castle walls, had grown their foods and read their books by firelight. It had been peaceful, for a while, until the vagabonds had mounted their attack. Slowly, Orion pushed the thoughts away, his head lifting and ears flicking as he looked over toward Umbra once more, lips pulling up in to a small smile.
"It's a shame that many homes seem to vanish... and in the long run, it seems, many that lose their homes end up here." It was a soft breath that he used to speak with, but he shook his head a little bit. He easily pushed the thoughts away, instead shuffling his weight on his hooves as he pondered. "My home was very different from here. I lived in a castle, where the lands were rich and well grown. Many farmers lived there too, but... it drew the attention of vagabonds and rogues. I remember bits and pieces, the castle being torn apart, the burning crops. I was smuggled out when I was young and escaped, and I know the castle survived. Home is there, at least, in the sense of the castle being there. My real home itself is gone."
@Umbra
