A S T E R I O N
in sunshine and in shadow*
There in the twilight-hour, when the dusky sky turned the faint gloaming of his hide to shame and the fireflies passed among the trees like fairy lights, Asterion went to stand beside his queen.
As always he is proud to stand near her, proud and plain to her dark gold. This near to her the world is scented of flowers, though none of them are ones he can name. The blossoms that grew throughout her tangled gold were no native species here.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of light, a slim ghost in the dusk. Asterion shook his head minutely, warning his companion to keep back – it had not taken them long together for him to learn of her large and undainty appetite, and he needed no gull snatching food off of people’s plates.
He was silent throughout, though he offered a smile and a nod to Israfel as she came to join them, and his gaze traveled the faces of his court just as Florentine’s did.
As the Champions were named his dark-eyed gaze touched on each of them, and he smiled warmly as they came forward.
“I look forward to working with each of you,” he said, once each had accepted. “Congratulations, Champions of Dusk. Together, all of us – “ and here his gaze swept the rest of those gathered - “will make something remarkable of this Court.”
herp derp lame post to show he is there
