máni
for glorious are we
The Winter had come and gone, and with it had gone his day of birth, when he had come in to the world. Máni hadn't much worried about that, not while he'd been on his journey. His new companion, a bonded he learned, was a stark cream raven by the name of Vidar, perched on his back as he walked through the lands of the Dusk Court. This place was as much as he remembered it from the bare few months away, and he felt an itch in the back of his mind, like something was amiss, something was... different. A voice carried on the wind, and his body turned toward it lazily, ears cocking forward and violet eyes blinking once or twice before he paused, a hoof lifted from a front leg, poised though he took no step. He could have sworn it was Rannveig that spoke, yet...
Well. Had he been gone long enough to fantasize her running out to greet him? Or rather, coming to meet him on his entrance back in to the Court? Part of him had, but it was no greeting he heard. It was something more.. royal, perhaps. Something commanding and authoritative that had him curious.
So Máni moved forward, feeling the jostle of the raven on his back and the clip of a beak against his mane with a squawk from the corvid. "Do you mind not taking sharp turns? It's hard enough to balance back here." The voice was a drawl in his head, but he knew his companion was merely complaining for the hell of it. Máni ignored it.
Instead he stepped forward, blinking brightly while he rounded a corner and found her, as well as a spare few others. Very few. What had happened in his time away?
"Rannveig..." Máni breathed out the name, his chest giving a subtle swell of warmth as he neared her. He didn't understand what this was all about, but all the same, he was glad to see her face once more. Carefully, he stepped up beside her, pausing himself before he could reach out, instead turning his tall bulk toward the two that had gathered, and then turning his head back to his beloved. The gift of trinkets was left forgotten where Vidar had it around his neck.
"What's this all about?" Curious were his tones, low and soft, as he attempted to place two and two together. Generally he was quick n the uptake but... was it an actual possibility? That the Sovereign had been chosen and it was.. Rannveig? A prestigious title indeed, and plenty of responsibility.
Well. Had he been gone long enough to fantasize her running out to greet him? Or rather, coming to meet him on his entrance back in to the Court? Part of him had, but it was no greeting he heard. It was something more.. royal, perhaps. Something commanding and authoritative that had him curious.
So Máni moved forward, feeling the jostle of the raven on his back and the clip of a beak against his mane with a squawk from the corvid. "Do you mind not taking sharp turns? It's hard enough to balance back here." The voice was a drawl in his head, but he knew his companion was merely complaining for the hell of it. Máni ignored it.
Instead he stepped forward, blinking brightly while he rounded a corner and found her, as well as a spare few others. Very few. What had happened in his time away?
"Rannveig..." Máni breathed out the name, his chest giving a subtle swell of warmth as he neared her. He didn't understand what this was all about, but all the same, he was glad to see her face once more. Carefully, he stepped up beside her, pausing himself before he could reach out, instead turning his tall bulk toward the two that had gathered, and then turning his head back to his beloved. The gift of trinkets was left forgotten where Vidar had it around his neck.
"What's this all about?" Curious were his tones, low and soft, as he attempted to place two and two together. Generally he was quick n the uptake but... was it an actual possibility? That the Sovereign had been chosen and it was.. Rannveig? A prestigious title indeed, and plenty of responsibility.
AHHHH here he is!
