ONCE MORE
AN ERA IS FADING
He walked with the weight of the cosmos in easy steps, hooves glittering as he took his route to where the meeting had been called. Among the many in Terrastella, he looked an oddity certainly, somewhat standing out like a sore thumb with broad horns and shimmering scales. Cautiously, he took his steps up to the front as well, with many of the other sages of the court, his ears flicking forward.
He wasn't sure what the meeting was about, but when the announcement came, he felt himself.. shocked. At the same time, a sense of familiarity washed over him, a warmth in his belly that lapped up throughout his body. Sometimes the crown was too heavy to bear, and he did not fault the gilded lady for it, oh no. Florentine was a wonderful woman, wholly loved, and he smiled at her despite his sharper teeth and his head dipped down before lifting up.
"Long live the King!" His agreement went up with many other voices, and he felt himself settle. It was something as old as time, the changing of crowns, the shifting of power. He had seen it many a time, and while many times it could come out horrendous, well.. he knew this time it would be just fine. Flora trusted Asterion, and in turn, he would as well.
So his horned head turned, and he carefully dipped it down toward the other.
Perhaps later, he could have tea with Flora again, and simply talk like old friends would talk. She seemed to need a break.
He wasn't sure what the meeting was about, but when the announcement came, he felt himself.. shocked. At the same time, a sense of familiarity washed over him, a warmth in his belly that lapped up throughout his body. Sometimes the crown was too heavy to bear, and he did not fault the gilded lady for it, oh no. Florentine was a wonderful woman, wholly loved, and he smiled at her despite his sharper teeth and his head dipped down before lifting up.
"Long live the King!" His agreement went up with many other voices, and he felt himself settle. It was something as old as time, the changing of crowns, the shifting of power. He had seen it many a time, and while many times it could come out horrendous, well.. he knew this time it would be just fine. Flora trusted Asterion, and in turn, he would as well.
So his horned head turned, and he carefully dipped it down toward the other.
Perhaps later, he could have tea with Flora again, and simply talk like old friends would talk. She seemed to need a break.
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