The summons had breathed life into the girl.
Sand dusted her hide and mottled the shimmering gold of her hooves as she neared the squat, sprawling sandstone fortress. Slowing to a canter, amber eyes searching for the front archway, heaving sides slick with a sweat well earned beneath the might of the burning sun, Eden tossed her skull to the depthless azure skies. As her head reached the apex of it's arc, wildflowers and thick ebony locs floating in a moment of weightlessness, the girl let loose a wordless cry, the bellow ricocheting off of the worn blocks that made up the fortress' wall; a summons of her own.
Rounding the flank of the stronghold and at last spying the arched entryway through which the Day Court's base of power lay, Eden felt a pulse of something akin to victory within her well-muscled chest. Gold tipped ears perked forward as she passed beneath the sand worn arch, sturdy aurelian hooves clattering upon the smooth cobbles of the courtyard and vibrant sun kissed gaze alighting upon a small gathering of warriors. There was a stallion, winged and adorned with trophies won from previous battles, standing at the center of it all, a sort of pull to him that demanded deference and respect.
The paladin would choose him as her commander and none other.
Slowing to a walk and finally to a stop beside a storm kissed mare, a lady dressed in gold, and a scarred elder stallion, Eden faced the winged stag with an unwavering stare, warrior's heart thudding against her ribs in tandem with the pulse of the Universe. Unblinking, unflinching, she held the unnamed commander's icy blue gaze and lifted her front right hoof, bangles clinking gently with the movement. Holding herself there for a moment, gilded hoof suspended, the maiden cocked her head to the side, listening for any sign of dissent amongst the whisperings of the wind or the hissing of sand upon stone. Finding none, the girl straightened, a smirk curling at her blackened lips as she slammed her hoof to the earth with a bone shaking thud, chin tilted upward, baring her neck in either a defiant dare or supplicating reverence - which, she did not know.
"Commandant," Came her brusque announcement, her assertion of obedience to the stallion that stood before her, her otherwise feminine voice gruff with disuse, "You are mine to serve."
She spoke it like she was claiming him, and indeed, that is what she intended to do; she would battle alongside this battle hardy stallion, shoulder to shoulder against those that would oppose the Light. Together, with their brothers and sisters in arms, they would spread the noble cause of this Solis, god of light and righteous heat. Their war drums would be met with subservience, their victory with revelry and prosperity.
She would bear her burning will as a divine hammer, her purpose an extension of her very being.
@Maxence
