The ease with which they conducted themselves made her imagine previous introductions and interactions had already been made; save for Morozko, who held himself with the caution of unfamiliarity. The mark of the Winter Court rested easily across his back, and she would dare admit to pride as she watched him. It was a soft coolness that strung the two of them together, not the harsh blizzards that claimed lives yet enough of a bite to keep themselves and their kin safe.
Her line of thought was only interrupted when the boy warrior dropped down to the small gathering; Damascus, who gave himself over easily to her despite not knowing who she was. His blind devotion was equally endearing and worrying, for one of such pure heart needed to protect himself if things turned down a thorned path--if she had not been a proper leader after all, would he have still served her cause simply because she was of Dusk? Yet even he held an air of confidence around the newest stranger in their lands, and she could only put trust in the idea of the bay man holding only good intentions, not threats.
It was Morozko who first noticed her solitary stance against the break in the earth, her colors settling themselves easily against the land and sky's horizon. He exchanged some sort of pleasantry with their visitor before setting of toward her, Florentine not far behind in action. With their approach she nodded her head to both of them, both a greeting and a thanks for upholding the values of Dusk well with a stranger. As her Emissary made way to break introductions, Rann only looked at Reichenbach. His eyes held on to the pegasus girl in a way that made her muscles twitch, but she remained still and merely continued observing.
The Night King carried himself with an ease that filled her with suspicion, and she couldn't tell if she admired or distrusted him for it; perhaps there were both finding their ways into the curves of her bones as she returned the slight bow, her for-now promise that he was welcome within their Dusk bodies. It seemed that at least two of their Courts were finding their way back into their Goddess' sights, and she wondered how the remaining fared with their Gods. Whereas Florentine cleared her throat to ease her way into making conversation, Rannveig simply broke silence with the cool touch of her voice. Words lilted into each other as her nordic accent rang strong, "Reichenbach. Vespera welcomes you."
It was the Night Court that she had first found herself seeking refuge when she crossed the borders of Novus from Veteris; she ran into the Autumn Court heir, Erynvale, and spent many moons with her and her court before travelling on to Dusk. She held the kindness of Erynvale and her people close to her heart, and so she would extend the gratitude toward Reichenbach until she felt he deserved otherwise. "It appears my court knows of yours more than myself." And whatever she meant by the statement she didn't explain, letting the words fall off while eyes never left the face of the Night Sovereign.
Her line of thought was only interrupted when the boy warrior dropped down to the small gathering; Damascus, who gave himself over easily to her despite not knowing who she was. His blind devotion was equally endearing and worrying, for one of such pure heart needed to protect himself if things turned down a thorned path--if she had not been a proper leader after all, would he have still served her cause simply because she was of Dusk? Yet even he held an air of confidence around the newest stranger in their lands, and she could only put trust in the idea of the bay man holding only good intentions, not threats.
It was Morozko who first noticed her solitary stance against the break in the earth, her colors settling themselves easily against the land and sky's horizon. He exchanged some sort of pleasantry with their visitor before setting of toward her, Florentine not far behind in action. With their approach she nodded her head to both of them, both a greeting and a thanks for upholding the values of Dusk well with a stranger. As her Emissary made way to break introductions, Rann only looked at Reichenbach. His eyes held on to the pegasus girl in a way that made her muscles twitch, but she remained still and merely continued observing.
The Night King carried himself with an ease that filled her with suspicion, and she couldn't tell if she admired or distrusted him for it; perhaps there were both finding their ways into the curves of her bones as she returned the slight bow, her for-now promise that he was welcome within their Dusk bodies. It seemed that at least two of their Courts were finding their way back into their Goddess' sights, and she wondered how the remaining fared with their Gods. Whereas Florentine cleared her throat to ease her way into making conversation, Rannveig simply broke silence with the cool touch of her voice. Words lilted into each other as her nordic accent rang strong, "Reichenbach. Vespera welcomes you."
It was the Night Court that she had first found herself seeking refuge when she crossed the borders of Novus from Veteris; she ran into the Autumn Court heir, Erynvale, and spent many moons with her and her court before travelling on to Dusk. She held the kindness of Erynvale and her people close to her heart, and so she would extend the gratitude toward Reichenbach until she felt he deserved otherwise. "It appears my court knows of yours more than myself." And whatever she meant by the statement she didn't explain, letting the words fall off while eyes never left the face of the Night Sovereign.
And all our problems make us powerless
@Damascus
