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Dawn Court Scholar
Male [He/Him/His]  |  17 [Year 495 Spring]  |  15.2 hh  |  Hth: 22 — Atk: 18 — Exp: 48  |    Active Magic: Blood Manipulation  |    Bonded: Alba (Barn Owl)
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Somnus
in all the world there is no love for you like mine
The last thing that Somnus expected was to be accosted in the gnarled, twisting grand halls of the library by his very own daughter. He felt the weight of a smaller, leaner body collide into his side without too much force and turned his head, surprise written clearly upon his handsome face the moment he recognized the pale cream of Anemone’s body and the brilliant blue feathers of her wings.

Situated on her perch above within the twisting limbs of the library’s canopy ceiling, Alba popped her beak at both stallion and filly as though she had watched it happened and had done nothing to prevent it. Quite honestly, Somnus wouldn’t put it past her, as the barn owl had developed quite the mischievous streak.

“Anemone?” Turning about to face her, the dunalino’s wings ruffled in concern as he took a step closer and reached out his muzzle towards her as she retrieved the dropped scroll and turned to quickly face him, the stuttered apology already leaving her lips as she did so. “Apologies, dearest. Are you alright?”

My, but how big she had gotten over the last few seasons. While twins, Anemone already stood taller than Regis, but Somnus knew it was due to his son’s weak, sickly state when he had been but a small foal. Now they were two years old and practically adults, independent and forming their very own lives that didn’t radiate around their mother and father, and Somnus couldn’t be any more proud of them both. Sweet, gentle, charismatic Regis, who had aspirations to serve Delumine as Emissary one day. Fierce, noble, loyal Anemone, wise and eager to know as much as she could, who had once shown interest in growing her very own garden in her younger years.

The dunalino’s look of surprise shifted into one of warm concern as well as intrigue. His crinkled, verdant eyes glanced to the scroll in her group and he tilted his head, an ear flicked forward in her direction as he nodded his muzzle towards it. “What are you reading there, dearest?” At first glance the scroll looked the same as many, many others, but it was the contents that truly mattered.

“Speaking.”
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@Anemone <3 - I wasn’t too sure how to have him react so I left it somewhat vague. xD If I need to change anything I definitely can, just let me know!




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of the clouds -- - by Anemone - 10-23-2019, 09:09 PM
RE: of the clouds -- - by Somnus - 10-26-2019, 11:50 AM
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