[AW] Gospel of Dismay

[Theodosia]

Up amongst the cloud cover that blanketed the lands, held aloft by the warm winds of summer, the Halcyon cadet never once took her pale eyes away from the two figures who preceded her. No longer drenched by the torrential downpours, her hair was tied up along her neck and held in place by pale roses, bright streaks of red paint gleaming proudly along her wings -- she was a representative of Terrastella, and the Halcyon Unit in particular, and she had done her best to insure that she wouldn’t be found lacking. That didn’t loosen the ball of nerves in her stomach, however. Upon her own back was yet another leather package filled with precious seeds, dried herbs, and other supplies for the fire-ravaged nation, fastened around her chest and barrel to keep it secure, and yet with every movement of her wings she couldn’t help but envision how the pack would go flying off into the forest below. Her wings fold and spill air, the pale pegasus lazily spiraling after @Israfel and @Atreus as they descend into the forest proper and alight upon the gleaming citadel that is Delumine’s capital. She lands straight-legged, wings folding against her sides almost immediately and eyes scanning the assembled crowd, but she does not speak, only stands slightly back from the Warden and the Champion and awaits the king. He doesn’t leave them waiting long -- and when he speaks, she feels the very air around her chill several degrees, eyes sweeping between @Somnus and Atreus. The two know each other, she can see that much, and from the looks of it, the history is not a pleasant one. The Halcyon soldier takes a step forward, as subtle as she can be, and leans slightly towards Israfel with a hushed voice. "Should we…. be concerned, here?” "Speaking."

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