[P] a precipice so delicately posed;

[Raymond]

I'll be a stone, I'll be the hunter,
The tower that casts a shade

***

Raymond had not come for the dusk court. He had come for Calliope and for the sake of his own guarded intrigue, and if his eye could be applied to the swarthy unicorn's diligence to secure Florentine's safety, then he would not object to being useful. But had he been inclined to answer for himself - and in this he was not - he would have explained as much.

All the same, he nodded in agreement with the two mares' observations. He too intended to get the measure of the regimes, as individuals and as units, that he might weigh the information he had acquired against the shadows swirling in their eyes.

"We should trade notes once all is said and done," the red stallion said wryly. Drawing an encircling arc around both mares with a gesture of his bladed tail, he backed out of the meeting with a dutiful bob of his head. "Keep your eyes and ears open, my friends. No one here can be trusted."

He turned and walked away, knowing that they would learn most if they spread their efforts around

***

Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.

@Calliope @Shrike | This is shite, sorry, but in his timeline he would at this point have gone off alone and met Florentine for portal times. <3