Israfel
Israfel was grateful for the poison master’s silence along the journey, for she wasn’t particularly in the mood to talk. This was a business trip with rather somber reasons, but the Sun Daughter couldn’t help but feel compelled to seek out other business while in Delumine. She had been to the Dawn Court only once before, seasons ago, during their Music and Arts Festival. It had been beautiful then, abundant with plant life and resources, but seeing it now… Well, it was a vast contrast to how she remembered it.
From overhead, the sight was a sad one. Where once proud forests stood talk with thick fingers of foliage reaching towards the skies, there was little but charred remains in the wake of what had once been a fierce wildfire. Smoke still clung to the breeze from ash kicked up by strong winds, staining the back of her throat and conjuring up memories that were better left forgotten. Luckily it appeared that the flames had not damaged too close to the capitol, as the citadel itself seemed whole and well.
Small blessings and all that. She knew well the destructive force of her very own element.
Altering their path to land, Israfel’s gilded wings spread out wide, feathers fanning to slow their descent. Solaris glided just above her bonded’s head, lavender eyes peering around Delumine in a knowing sort of way. Gradually they landed, cloven hooves scraping against the stone as they came to a halt, and soon enough they were all safely upon the earth, wings tucked close to their sides, and venturing closer into the heart of the capitol.
Passing by what must have been a guard or a page, Israfel allowed Atreus to do the talking. Her job here wasn’t to converse. She had been ordered to see Atreus and the gifted supplies safely to Delumine, and now, her job was done… But she knew better than to just go fuck off, of course. Even as the page-guard-whoever it was nodded and rushed off in a flurry of movement, surely to pass the message on to the Regime, Israfel’s knowing vermilion eyes scanned those she could spot mingling in the courtyard, searching for one familiar body of blue roan and golden eyes. He wasn’t around, at least not yet. Perhaps he would arrive with the Sovereign of Dawn Court.
Letting out a breath with the roll of a shoulder, the Sun Daughter remained standing even as Solaris carefully took roost upon her croup. The bag around her shoulders felt like a precious treasure; full of medical supplies and even seeds for regrowth, it was far more precious than one could know. It would only be to the Sovereign, or someone of trust to the Dawn King, that she would relinquish the gifts to… Not to mention that Atreus’ own supplies were mingled within.
“… You think you can help the kid?” She inquired softly to the red roan, rose-kissed lips remaining in that stubborn, contemplative frown.
From overhead, the sight was a sad one. Where once proud forests stood talk with thick fingers of foliage reaching towards the skies, there was little but charred remains in the wake of what had once been a fierce wildfire. Smoke still clung to the breeze from ash kicked up by strong winds, staining the back of her throat and conjuring up memories that were better left forgotten. Luckily it appeared that the flames had not damaged too close to the capitol, as the citadel itself seemed whole and well.
Small blessings and all that. She knew well the destructive force of her very own element.
Altering their path to land, Israfel’s gilded wings spread out wide, feathers fanning to slow their descent. Solaris glided just above her bonded’s head, lavender eyes peering around Delumine in a knowing sort of way. Gradually they landed, cloven hooves scraping against the stone as they came to a halt, and soon enough they were all safely upon the earth, wings tucked close to their sides, and venturing closer into the heart of the capitol.
Passing by what must have been a guard or a page, Israfel allowed Atreus to do the talking. Her job here wasn’t to converse. She had been ordered to see Atreus and the gifted supplies safely to Delumine, and now, her job was done… But she knew better than to just go fuck off, of course. Even as the page-guard-whoever it was nodded and rushed off in a flurry of movement, surely to pass the message on to the Regime, Israfel’s knowing vermilion eyes scanned those she could spot mingling in the courtyard, searching for one familiar body of blue roan and golden eyes. He wasn’t around, at least not yet. Perhaps he would arrive with the Sovereign of Dawn Court.
Letting out a breath with the roll of a shoulder, the Sun Daughter remained standing even as Solaris carefully took roost upon her croup. The bag around her shoulders felt like a precious treasure; full of medical supplies and even seeds for regrowth, it was far more precious than one could know. It would only be to the Sovereign, or someone of trust to the Dawn King, that she would relinquish the gifts to… Not to mention that Atreus’ own supplies were mingled within.
“… You think you can help the kid?” She inquired softly to the red roan, rose-kissed lips remaining in that stubborn, contemplative frown.
