over the moaning bones
of those who quit and chose to remain
of those who quit and chose to remain
Upon hearing word that King Somnus’ son was critically ill, Atreus had wasted no time in gathering what supplies and tools were necessary, packing them away in a bag that would be carried by Israfel. He had only shared a few short, parting words with Fiona before joining back up with the Warden and heading north for Delumine.
His haste wasn’t because he cared for the fate of the child, however. No, he was fueled by the name which Asterion had spoken, the name of his dear brother whom he hadn’t laid eyes on since the day he was dragged from the throne room of the Vhallen Palace and down to the dank, musty prison cells below.
On warm winds they flew, and where Atreus would normally take the opportunity to pick the brains of his traveling companions, the poison master was oddly quiet as they left the musty, humid swamplands in exchange for impressive, verdant forests that outlined gently rolling meadows. The citadel itself was easy to locate, its pointed spires looming high above the rest of the land, serving as a beacon to those who called this place home. Atreus might have been impressed by the ivy-covered structure were it not for the possibility that it was his brother which lived within it, serving as 'King'.
Tipping his wings back to increase the drag against them, the roan began to descend as they encroached on the capitol, searching vigilantly for any sign of that nettlesome coat of gold he remembered far more clearly than he cared to admit. But as his hooves found purchase on solid ground once more, no longer could he allow his annoyance to be displayed so blatantly. Instead, the pinched look of his features softened and he bore a pleasant smile where a scowl had once called home.
Tucking his wings against his silvered sides, Atreus began to approach the citadel with Israfel and Theodosia in tow. “We hail from Terrastella,” he explained clearly to whomsoever he saw first, “We received news that the King’s son is ill and we’ve come to lend our aid however we may.”
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