Eye for an eye and the world goes blind
The affectionate, fond greeting came from raspy, cracked lips, the Dawn King’s voice nearly stolen from the constant inhalation of smoke and ash. He recognized the God immediately, verdant eyes gazing tiredly, yet adoringly upon his patron deity. The dunalino’s golden body was marred and stained with soot from having been out fighting the fires, his tail and mane both singed and burned in places in a haphazard disaster. Typically one so poised and thoughtful of his appearance, Somnus had grown to care far less when it meant that lives were in danger.
He did not have the time, nor the luxury, not while his land burned and fell down about his very ears.
Their efforts, of course, had not been for vain. The fires had receded due to their combined efforts and keen diligence, charred remains of the land they called ‘home’ revealed in place of churning, furious flames… Yet it was not enough. The fires still burned, and they could not, would not rest until the very last fire was put out.
Somnus’ obsidian crown dipped downwards in utmost respect, head dipping low in a bow of reverence and awe with his patron God’s arrival. He recalled the meeting with Tempus, following the blessed gift of Oriens’ private company upon Veneror, and the vague words of blessing that the Wise One had bestowed upon him seemingly a lifetime ago. Strange how it had not been very long ago at all.
The tactician's emerald eyes then focused on those who had arrived, the members of his Court that he felt he had hardly seen since the fires had arrived. Staying on the front lines had taken almost all of his time away from the heart of his Court, but they persisted, stubborn and determined to weather the storm. Somnus spotted Pavetta and Ipomoea, and he was relieved to see both Regent and Emissary unharmed and well... Or, as well as one could be given the circumstances. There were a few faces that he couldn't place, but hopefully soon he could familiarize himself with all of them.
Lifting his head and straightening his posture with an elegant roll of the shoulders, Somnus pressed his muzzle momentarily against Regis’ neck where he stood close to Ulric and inhaled his son’s comforting scent before offering Oriens his full attention. The ethereal stallion appeared just as haggard, harried, and damaged as Delumine itself, and Somnus’ concern only grew.
-coughs- wow what are words? (Also yes, I'm a bit of a square and we're a bit late BUT Som-Som is there)
