No man was ever wise by chance.
All it took was a single phrase from Rouge to know that the russet colored stallion and the Warden of Delumine would be fast friends. Somnus’ golden brows arched for a single moment in curiosity, wondering of the terrible irony, before he chuckled once again. The sound was deep but gentle, a soothing sort of paternal chuckle that he so oftentimes used whenever particularly surprised by Regis or Anemone. He wondered, briefly, what his children might think of this spritely, eager warrior, traversing different lands only to have wound up here.
“Should you ever find your tasks too weary, just know you can always rest your head here. Or in the barracks, if you should so prefer.” Somnus knew that Ulric himself often slept there, hardly coherent enough to remain standing before falling into the nearest empty cot and catching up on as much sleep as he could manage. The blue roan truly worked himself too hard, and the gilded king worried for his health. If only Ulric knew the meaning of the words ‘take a break’.
Letting his gaze drift skyward towards the top of the citadels, the stone masonry painted hues of pinks and reds from the setting, evening sun, Somnus held his breath. The beauty of this land would never be lost on him, along with the relief that he felt that despite their trials and travesties, their losses and difficulties, they still remained standing. Determined, devout, and stubborn to the very end. Ever so slowly did verdant eyes lowered, his stare glittering in the dying light before focusing on Rouge’s russet, stained frame once more.
He smiled, his heart beating a little faster within his breast at the stallion’s freely-given praise. It was hard to think that the creatures of the world held such resolute conviction towards him, but it was humbling.“Ah. You humble me, Rouge, but I am still just a man.” Infallible, imperfect, and prone to evenings of brooding over coffee that had long since gone cold. Somnus wasn’t perfect. Once upon a time that would have shaken him to his very core, uprooting the foundation of his livelihood beneath him… But since coming here, to Delumine, and becoming a disciple of Oriens and starting a family of his own, the Dawn King had learned so very much.
He wasn’t perfect, but he knew now that he didn’t have to be.
Clearing his throat, the dunalino gave a shake of his head and began his trek once more, hooves scraping across cobblestone. He stared at Rouge through a veil of ivory and grinned.“Come. I’ll show you to the barracks.”
tag: @Rouge
Letting his gaze drift skyward towards the top of the citadels, the stone masonry painted hues of pinks and reds from the setting, evening sun, Somnus held his breath. The beauty of this land would never be lost on him, along with the relief that he felt that despite their trials and travesties, their losses and difficulties, they still remained standing. Determined, devout, and stubborn to the very end. Ever so slowly did verdant eyes lowered, his stare glittering in the dying light before focusing on Rouge’s russet, stained frame once more.
He smiled, his heart beating a little faster within his breast at the stallion’s freely-given praise. It was hard to think that the creatures of the world held such resolute conviction towards him, but it was humbling.
He wasn’t perfect, but he knew now that he didn’t have to be.
Clearing his throat, the dunalino gave a shake of his head and began his trek once more, hooves scraping across cobblestone. He stared at Rouge through a veil of ivory and grinned.
I figure we could end here and pick up a new thread? :D
