KASIL
It was time to bring them together, to count the number and see just how his court stood. He could hardly blame the ones that had left -- as it seemed that the world was crumbling around them, and even the wilds of Novus seemed a far more welcoming place than the regime. Kasil hoped to change that. He wished to be a shepherd to his people, his rod used not to beat his flock into submission but to guide to Oriens himself. He hoped that by showing gentle devotion to those under his care, that they may come to see true light and understanding -- although if they chose not to, he supposed that there was no harm in that.
Each and every creature was entitled to their own beliefs. The winged Sovereign felt the chill of the night beginning to leave the walls of his court, the citadel in the heart of Delumine beginning to warm under the warm light the Oriens had begun to lift to the sky -- for his brother, Solis, to take unto their sister, Vespera, until she could deliver it back into the arms of Caligo. Thus the days turned, and this spring would turn to summer, and so on and so forth.
Kasil’s steps were light upon the courtyard grass, a large space that he thought was suitable to hold this first sort of informal meeting. It was small enough to be intimate, but large enough to hold a small crowd -- which, in truth was that he was expecting. Roses and various other flowers grew wildly along the perimeter, sweetening the air with buds that indicated the season. Giving his body one final shake, he cleared his throat and attempted to will his appearance into something resembling regality. He needed to put his best foot forward here, and did not wish to appear as weak as he felt. Birds that nestled in the trees were his audience as he spoke, his voice a little less confident than he would have liked.
”Come forward, friends and allies of the Dawn Court. It is high time that your Sovereign meets all of you -- to welcome you and allay any concerns you may have.”
It was his mother who was the first to join him, unsurprising to say the least. The mare was always fairly close at hand, her youthful days of wandering at an end with the death of her father. Perhaps, he thought, she might go on her own again once she found that he could handle the Court on his own. She was beautiful in his eyes, of similar build but shorter than he was; her dark hair tied up in an assortment of gold and flashy emeralds. A mark of sin adorned her shoulder, her adulterous nature on display for all to see. She had earned that mark after his birth, when the product of her indiscretions would serve as evidence.
Kasil’s grandfather had been instrumental in that. He had always told him that no one was above the law, but that an innocent was an innocent. Kasil bore no mark, but it was understood that his conception had been less than ideal. It had not affected his upbringing, had not altered his course in life. She came to stand nearby, ostentatious in her jingling adornments.
”Mother.” He addressed her kindly, dipping his head in respect for her position as his mother. He quickly turned away, however, wanting to keep his eyes and ears open for the others that he was sure were to come. Slowly, a trickle of gatherers began to form -- nameless faces that he would see to it that he knew more properly by the end of this day. If his recent travels around Delumine had shown him anything, it was that perhaps he were not as in touch with his Court as he would have liked to be.
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