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I P O M O E A Ipomoea smiled once more, the wings upon his ankles fluttering open and closed in excitement. He bobbed his head and began leading the way back to the capitol, a few stray petals loosing themselves in the wind as he went. “Follow me, then!” As he walked, he also talked: his voice a consistent chatter, high-pitched and boyish as they walked. He talked of the Dawn Court’s beginning, of the very first king who was appointed by Oriens himself—and that got him further talking about Oriens, the patron god of Delumine. He talked of his own reasoning for coming to the Dawn Court, for he had not been born here, but rather in Solterra—and as Odet came whirling at him from within the castle, he talked also of how he had met the songbird and became his bonded. All the while, his voice was filled with eagerness and kindness, for he hoped more than anything that Orion would fall as much in love with the Court as Ipomoea himself had. Together, the two spotted horses walked and talked. @orion and po is out ”here am i!“ |
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