máni
for glorious are we
A smile graced the Regent's lips, mixing pale cream with black and pink, and his violet eyes were surprisingly warm. Generally it took the man a little while to warm up to someone, but taking the responsibility of being second-in-command meant that he had to be warm when greeting others regardless, especially those of the Dusk Court itself. So the smile was there, and he was surprisingly a little interested in learning about this newcomer. While there were many on Novus that were different... well. This one was far more than most, seemingly out of a myth from his old herd, where the whispers of gods and deities had been bedtime stories to youngsters.
"Ah, the new sage. I was wondering when we would have more around here. Sages are important, after all." His voice held no trace of sarcasm, and instead there was an eagerness almost in the way he spoke. Sages had always been an important pillar in his life in the beginning, here it was no different. "I am Máni, Regent of the Dusk Court. It is a pleasure to meet you, Isorath." The title was almost forced, as if he hadn't wanted to say it, but he supposed he should start introducing himself with it, shouldn't he? It only made sense.
"Do you hail from far?" Despite himself, he was curious, his eyes lighting up lightly, and he could hear the chide of his bonded in the back of his mind. Even if Vidar was far enough away to not be seen, his mental presence was a constant thing, and the laughter rang in his head, soft, playfully mocking. The stallion chose to ignore it for the time being; Vidar would come clucking at him at some later point, surely.
For now, his interest was on the new Sage. After all, everyone had a story to tell (even if they never told it), and sometimes it helped to know some small details about those that he would be homing with, for the most part. They were a family.
"Ah, the new sage. I was wondering when we would have more around here. Sages are important, after all." His voice held no trace of sarcasm, and instead there was an eagerness almost in the way he spoke. Sages had always been an important pillar in his life in the beginning, here it was no different. "I am Máni, Regent of the Dusk Court. It is a pleasure to meet you, Isorath." The title was almost forced, as if he hadn't wanted to say it, but he supposed he should start introducing himself with it, shouldn't he? It only made sense.
"Do you hail from far?" Despite himself, he was curious, his eyes lighting up lightly, and he could hear the chide of his bonded in the back of his mind. Even if Vidar was far enough away to not be seen, his mental presence was a constant thing, and the laughter rang in his head, soft, playfully mocking. The stallion chose to ignore it for the time being; Vidar would come clucking at him at some later point, surely.
For now, his interest was on the new Sage. After all, everyone had a story to tell (even if they never told it), and sometimes it helped to know some small details about those that he would be homing with, for the most part. They were a family.
@Isorath
