No man was ever wise by chance.
The stranger, Rouge, takes a short bow after everything had snapped into place. Somnus still did not think that he deserved these people’s fealty, at least not to this degree that included bowing and reverent greetings, but it’s slowly becoming easier to accept. Eulalie’s devotion and love had helped him to see his own worth, the steady mantra of his beloved’s voice saying, ’you are enough’ repeating itself in his head during his darkest of hours. He was enough.
He will never be perfect, but he will be enough.
Emerald eyes glittered in the sunlight as he watched the newcomer, searching and assessing. ’The pleasure is mine, Somnus.’ The red roan bows his head once more, and Somnus dips his chin in return. Already he was impressed. Rouge seemed to be articulate and learned, and as he explained his prowess as a soldier, the dunalino’s interests were immediately peaked. His experience as a soldier would be crucial given the recent developments and the mysterious murders that had taken place in the Viride…
As the grisly details are brought up, Somnus inhales deeply and takes his time to mull over the desired words. What could he say? For the moment, he decided to say nothing and allow Rouge to say his own piece. It was unbecoming to interrupt, after all, and Somnus was nothing if not a gentleman.
The Dawn King’s sharp gaze glanced down at the proffered weapon. The dagger lay before his hooves, and he knew that it would take hardly a motion to bat the blade away. He would never, of course. This was an offering. A gift. It was more than just for show. This was Rouge, quite literally laying his blade down at Somnus’ hooves and allowing him to be the judge of whether or not the newcomer deserved to join their ranks, if he deserved to call this place home.
It had never been Somnus’ place to decide. He was just a man. The dunalino’s lips quirked upwards and he chuckled, a breathy, hearty sound that rumbled through his chest. Despite the stresses of the recent events, the stallion’s verdant eyes glittered with mirth and heartfelt joy. When he spoke, he did so earnestly, motioning towards the dagger upon the ground with a nod of his head.
“Be welcome, Rouge. Pick up your blade. If you are searching for a home, I pray that you find one here. Delumine would love to have you.” The Dawn King grew quiet for a moment, allowing Rouge enough time to reclaim his blade before going on with that same, knowing smile and made a vague motion with his muzzle to invite the soldier to follow. “Come. Walk with me, if you would? Tell me a bit about yourself. Where do you come from? What has brought you here?” Was it just the need to find and defend a new home? Or had something else pushed Rouge to seek a new way of life?
He hoped that Rouge would not find his inquisitive questions as rude. There could be hundreds, if not thousands of reasons that the roan had found his way to the Dawn Court, and Somnus had always been an unnaturally curious sort. Upon his croup, Alba popped her beak a few times towards the newcomer, beady black eyes staring intently at the roan stallion in general intrigue.
Somnus chuckled.“Please do not mind Alba. She is merely curious about you, and her curiosity tends to make her forget her manners.”
tag: @Rouge
He will never be perfect, but he will be enough.
Emerald eyes glittered in the sunlight as he watched the newcomer, searching and assessing. ’The pleasure is mine, Somnus.’ The red roan bows his head once more, and Somnus dips his chin in return. Already he was impressed. Rouge seemed to be articulate and learned, and as he explained his prowess as a soldier, the dunalino’s interests were immediately peaked. His experience as a soldier would be crucial given the recent developments and the mysterious murders that had taken place in the Viride…
As the grisly details are brought up, Somnus inhales deeply and takes his time to mull over the desired words. What could he say? For the moment, he decided to say nothing and allow Rouge to say his own piece. It was unbecoming to interrupt, after all, and Somnus was nothing if not a gentleman.
The Dawn King’s sharp gaze glanced down at the proffered weapon. The dagger lay before his hooves, and he knew that it would take hardly a motion to bat the blade away. He would never, of course. This was an offering. A gift. It was more than just for show. This was Rouge, quite literally laying his blade down at Somnus’ hooves and allowing him to be the judge of whether or not the newcomer deserved to join their ranks, if he deserved to call this place home.
It had never been Somnus’ place to decide. He was just a man. The dunalino’s lips quirked upwards and he chuckled, a breathy, hearty sound that rumbled through his chest. Despite the stresses of the recent events, the stallion’s verdant eyes glittered with mirth and heartfelt joy. When he spoke, he did so earnestly, motioning towards the dagger upon the ground with a nod of his head.
He hoped that Rouge would not find his inquisitive questions as rude. There could be hundreds, if not thousands of reasons that the roan had found his way to the Dawn Court, and Somnus had always been an unnaturally curious sort. Upon his croup, Alba popped her beak a few times towards the newcomer, beady black eyes staring intently at the roan stallion in general intrigue.
Somnus chuckled.
I love Rouge so much. ;o;
