Israfel
Israfel sure as hell wasn’t expecting to be interrupted first thing in the morning. She had just departed from her quarters, Solaris gliding lazily ahead as they proceeded down the hall towards the courtyard proper. Already she was making a plan for the day, a schedule to follow; gather the soldiers of Terrastella and have a proper meeting with them, then go about her routes and ensure that all was well. What she hadn’t been intending was for a messenger to come rushing up, their hooves scraping upon the cobblestone in their haste.
’Asterion wishes to see you immediately,’ they said, hardly giving her the direction of their Sovereign before they were darting off again in a flurry of movement, presumably to run more errands or fetch whoever else Asterion had tasked them to find. Israfel was left standing in the hall, vermilion eyes blinking slowly in the messenger’s wake, before she looked to Solaris and shrugged an ivory shoulder.
“Guess we better not keep him waiting.”
Altering their path, equine and avian both made haste through the halls until they arrived at Asterion’s door. By then Solaris had come to roost upon Israfel's shoulders, just between her wing joints, and neither of them were surprised to see that they had not been summoned alone. The Sun Daughter’s sharp vermilion gaze drifted over Asterion and the barn owl in his company before glancing to the quirky potion brewer, Atreus, for but a moment before her eyes rested upon the Sovereign of Terrastella once more. Head raising, shoulders rolling back, the Warden stood at attention before her ruler, waiting to be addressed, and it did not take long.
Concern rose briefly in her pale breast. She did not know Delumine’s King, but she knew of him and his kindly ways, and it was never easy to hear that a child was ill. Although her skills in battle would not assist a sickly foal, they could keep their traveling party safe along the journey. Even though she doubted very much that Atreus would need much protecting… Still. It was a task given to her by Asterion, and she wouldn’t deny him.
“I’ll go.” Israfel stated with a dip of her rosy muzzle, expression fierce with determination. “Solaris and I will accompany Atreus to Delumine.” In the back of her mind, beyond the initial weight of the momentous task that had been saddled upon her, Israfel’s thoughts drifted to Ulric, the Warden of Delumine. She wondered, briefly, if he had survived the northern wildfires. Only time would tell. “If we can have a satchel of goods prepared, I can carry them along the journey. I won’t be hindered by the weight.”
’Asterion wishes to see you immediately,’ they said, hardly giving her the direction of their Sovereign before they were darting off again in a flurry of movement, presumably to run more errands or fetch whoever else Asterion had tasked them to find. Israfel was left standing in the hall, vermilion eyes blinking slowly in the messenger’s wake, before she looked to Solaris and shrugged an ivory shoulder.
“Guess we better not keep him waiting.”
Altering their path, equine and avian both made haste through the halls until they arrived at Asterion’s door. By then Solaris had come to roost upon Israfel's shoulders, just between her wing joints, and neither of them were surprised to see that they had not been summoned alone. The Sun Daughter’s sharp vermilion gaze drifted over Asterion and the barn owl in his company before glancing to the quirky potion brewer, Atreus, for but a moment before her eyes rested upon the Sovereign of Terrastella once more. Head raising, shoulders rolling back, the Warden stood at attention before her ruler, waiting to be addressed, and it did not take long.
Concern rose briefly in her pale breast. She did not know Delumine’s King, but she knew of him and his kindly ways, and it was never easy to hear that a child was ill. Although her skills in battle would not assist a sickly foal, they could keep their traveling party safe along the journey. Even though she doubted very much that Atreus would need much protecting… Still. It was a task given to her by Asterion, and she wouldn’t deny him.
“I’ll go.” Israfel stated with a dip of her rosy muzzle, expression fierce with determination. “Solaris and I will accompany Atreus to Delumine.” In the back of her mind, beyond the initial weight of the momentous task that had been saddled upon her, Israfel’s thoughts drifted to Ulric, the Warden of Delumine. She wondered, briefly, if he had survived the northern wildfires. Only time would tell. “If we can have a satchel of goods prepared, I can carry them along the journey. I won’t be hindered by the weight.”
