ERD
With his lips parted and wide, vibrant eyes regarding the stranger, or, Rhone, Erd took a quick glance towards the churning waves of the ocean with a cautionary, somewhat mistrustful stare. If Rhone had seen no tentacle monsters, perhaps his hunch had been right… Maybe Novus didn’t have any krakens or like-species. Then why were they so frequently written about in the books and tomes he had read? Maybe just for the thrill of things.
“Huh. Well, that’s good, then!” The look of concern was quickly replaced by a far more jovial grin, and Erd’s snowy wings fluttered in contentment, the feathers themselves seeming to shiver for a moment before settling down at his side once more. For now he would leave the topic of mythical creatures be, for they had much more important matters to tend to.
There was something about Rhone that Erd found he liked. The deep bay fellow had the size and bulk to be imposing, but the longer they stood upon the beach there in front of him the more Erd found himself believing that Rhone simply wasn’t the type. His expression was open, curious, and earnest, the depths of his eyes warm and genuine. Mistreated as they were in the past, the older warlock liked to believe that he was a pretty good judge of character, and at the moment Rhone was passing with flying colors. At least in his eyes. One glance at Ard told him that his twin was not so convinced, but that was typical of him.
Pale ears flicked forward as he listened, nodding his head when it felt appropriate, and his grin only grew. “Well, now you know two more. Ard and I live in Terrastella, too.” For now, at least. They were still entertaining the idea of leaving the Dusk Court behind in favor of elsewhere, but that wasn’t something they had really talked about quite yet. Later, in privacy, Erd was sure that he and Ard would talk about it in more detail.
In a subtle movement, as though feeling his twin’s tension, Erd stretched his wing out to press the downy feathers of the ventral side of the appendage against Ard’s side. There was a lot he wanted to say, but given their proximity for Rhone, conversation between them could wait. If only there was a way they could speak to one another without actually needing to talk… The tinkerer part of his mind began ruminating on that particular thought, but for now, he offered Rhone an open look and went on.
“It’s a nice place, the Dusk Court… Asterion is a nice King. You’ll like him, I think. Although things are kind of rough right now, so don’t judge it too much on its looks, please? There was some bad flooding a few seasons back and we’re still trying to rebuild.” Apparently there was also some drama with their patron goddess, Vespera, but Erd knew very little about that other than the few muttered words from Theodosia.
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