Have a seat in the foyer, take a number
i was lightning before the thunder
The last she remembered of the great stone tower was the day she called a meeting relieving herself as Sovereign; the crown, a once weightless bauble that turned cold upon a head that did nothing with such prestige. Perhaps her time on the throne wasn't completely useless, for she pulled them together and built a court amid the rubble, but then... then she couldn't bear the idea of failure and crumbled beneath the pressure before she could do anything more than meet the Sovereigns of only two neighboring courts. She gave it all away to a girl who showed promise--but a girl nonetheless, one not nearly ready to rule. She knew Florentine wouldn't turn her away, though, and she knew of none better to take the spot above them all. And so she passed the title on and left.
Máni followed close behind, as the two once newly-met were inseparable soon after. Rannveig had never known a love like his; their emotional attachment ran deep, and above all else she believed him genuine in his feelings toward her. She had known no passion other than the heat of battle, the strategy of the crown, until they met where the sun and moon crossed. They found devotion in their work toward the Dusk kingdom, toward its people, toward each other, and once she decided to leave it all behind there was no question of him moving with her. Their time in Hiemsterra welcomed their first-born, and bade goodbye to the King and Queen of the Winter Court. She had given up her title long ago as heir, and instead her brother took the mantle beyond their parents. Nothing kept her there any longer, and so the three traveled further.
The day held her close, breezes twirling the ends of a mane long and coarse. There was no wolf's coat to cover her own starry-painted one, no position of Queen to hold her back from impossible standards; she had left his side once to beg for their Goddess' forgiveness, and again she once stood beside him in their world of uncertainties. Neither held value, nor expectations for their future, and perhaps she would be okay with that so long as he and Valkyr were with her.
While he stood and gazed, she slipped behind him with muzzle running along his side, lips nipping the sensitive areas as she wandered toward his front. Depth-filled teal eyes took in all he did, one ear given to him while no other motion was made; they did not need words to convey their love, no side-eyeing or romantic gestures. They, together, were enough and for a time she reveled in the silence between them..
Máni followed close behind, as the two once newly-met were inseparable soon after. Rannveig had never known a love like his; their emotional attachment ran deep, and above all else she believed him genuine in his feelings toward her. She had known no passion other than the heat of battle, the strategy of the crown, until they met where the sun and moon crossed. They found devotion in their work toward the Dusk kingdom, toward its people, toward each other, and once she decided to leave it all behind there was no question of him moving with her. Their time in Hiemsterra welcomed their first-born, and bade goodbye to the King and Queen of the Winter Court. She had given up her title long ago as heir, and instead her brother took the mantle beyond their parents. Nothing kept her there any longer, and so the three traveled further.
The day held her close, breezes twirling the ends of a mane long and coarse. There was no wolf's coat to cover her own starry-painted one, no position of Queen to hold her back from impossible standards; she had left his side once to beg for their Goddess' forgiveness, and again she once stood beside him in their world of uncertainties. Neither held value, nor expectations for their future, and perhaps she would be okay with that so long as he and Valkyr were with her.
While he stood and gazed, she slipped behind him with muzzle running along his side, lips nipping the sensitive areas as she wandered toward his front. Depth-filled teal eyes took in all he did, one ear given to him while no other motion was made; they did not need words to convey their love, no side-eyeing or romantic gestures. They, together, were enough and for a time she reveled in the silence between them..
@Máni i love them ok <3
@Ulysses so you can pop in whenever!
