Meetings, thought Kaladin disdainfully, are an illusion of grandeur meant to subdue mortals into deference. He sighed. So why the hell am I here? He skulked the border of the Delumine courtyard, seemingly disinterested in body while his eyes glimmered shrewdly in tones of amber, brightened by the sun. He could see them all from where he stood, every mortal speck on a canvas of eternity, each hoping and vying for the eye of an emperor who was just as corporeal as they were. Kaladin could understand their need for recognition - he himself had plans to meet with Kasil and climb the ranks of Delumine, if more for his own selfish plans then for the glory of the hike.
Kasil. From here he could see the rather unremarkable stallion, golden band around his forelock almost blinding in the glare of the afternoon light. Never in his life had Kaladin felt more repelled by a mortal. It was petty of him, perhaps - a soreness reverberating deeply that such an undeserving creature would hold status higher then his own. But beyond that, it was how long absent the royal had been since his coronation, clearly careless with his kingdom as he risked the fall to chaos for his own personal gains - whatever they may be.
Kaladin was not one for petty politicking, but he would not stand around and watch as Kasil threatened the stability of the first place he had ever considered a home.
And so, he had taken the time to read up on history and politics between his toils as a Caretaker and hunt for freedom. He had learned enough to grasp at straws of Novus' governing forces, and to understand the threat Delumine would be under should it not find footing in the shifting political world around it. It was then that Kaladin had decided then that if could not use his divine might to re-arrange the world, he would change it the only way he could - as a citizen of the Dawn Court.
He stood patiently, waiting the ideal moment to approach Kasil. It would take some effort to disguise his dislike of the monarch, but Kaladin hoped that Delumine's Sovereign was expecting aversion, and that he would not allow emotions to affect his fair judgment.
He stepped forward just as Kasil finished addressing the scaled silver stallion, blazenly blocking the Sovereign's route. "Kasil. Er- Lord Kasil." The bay held an imposing quality from close quarters that Kaladin had not recognized from afar, increased perhaps by his height. Kaladin had to battle with his own lowly mortality for a moment, begging his muscles not to quiver at the daunting task ahead. Get it together, you idiot, he cursed internally. You were a god, once. Be one now Spurred on by the thought, he lifted his steely gaze to meet with the monarch's keen red eyes.
I am Kaladin, a Caretaker for Delumine." He declared finally, youthful voice like a tolling bell. "You wanted to judge our loyalty in the eyes of Oriens. But perhaps you should judge our efficacy instead, as it is a quality currently much more coveted." He cocked his head, eyes like unflinching amber stones. "Your higher ranks are vacant, and you have little to fill them with. I do not see room to be picky." He turned on his haunches, now remembering the old glory of endless power rippling through his body. It seemed closer now then ever. With it, he met the eyes of the gathered mortals, many of their faces familiar to him now. Then, he turned back to Kasil. "Allow me to act as Emissary. I may be young to your eyes, but I have knowledge that many never will. Knowledge you will need, before you reign is over."
He ended his words there, feeling apprehension attempt to crawl back into his stomach as he stood before the towering stallion, chin raised and prideful gaze leaving no place for argument. This was it, he thought. Judgment day. The god could rise again, or fall from grace further then he ever had before.
@Kasil
Kasil. From here he could see the rather unremarkable stallion, golden band around his forelock almost blinding in the glare of the afternoon light. Never in his life had Kaladin felt more repelled by a mortal. It was petty of him, perhaps - a soreness reverberating deeply that such an undeserving creature would hold status higher then his own. But beyond that, it was how long absent the royal had been since his coronation, clearly careless with his kingdom as he risked the fall to chaos for his own personal gains - whatever they may be.
Kaladin was not one for petty politicking, but he would not stand around and watch as Kasil threatened the stability of the first place he had ever considered a home.
And so, he had taken the time to read up on history and politics between his toils as a Caretaker and hunt for freedom. He had learned enough to grasp at straws of Novus' governing forces, and to understand the threat Delumine would be under should it not find footing in the shifting political world around it. It was then that Kaladin had decided then that if could not use his divine might to re-arrange the world, he would change it the only way he could - as a citizen of the Dawn Court.
He stood patiently, waiting the ideal moment to approach Kasil. It would take some effort to disguise his dislike of the monarch, but Kaladin hoped that Delumine's Sovereign was expecting aversion, and that he would not allow emotions to affect his fair judgment.
He stepped forward just as Kasil finished addressing the scaled silver stallion, blazenly blocking the Sovereign's route. "Kasil. Er- Lord Kasil." The bay held an imposing quality from close quarters that Kaladin had not recognized from afar, increased perhaps by his height. Kaladin had to battle with his own lowly mortality for a moment, begging his muscles not to quiver at the daunting task ahead. Get it together, you idiot, he cursed internally. You were a god, once. Be one now Spurred on by the thought, he lifted his steely gaze to meet with the monarch's keen red eyes.
I am Kaladin, a Caretaker for Delumine." He declared finally, youthful voice like a tolling bell. "You wanted to judge our loyalty in the eyes of Oriens. But perhaps you should judge our efficacy instead, as it is a quality currently much more coveted." He cocked his head, eyes like unflinching amber stones. "Your higher ranks are vacant, and you have little to fill them with. I do not see room to be picky." He turned on his haunches, now remembering the old glory of endless power rippling through his body. It seemed closer now then ever. With it, he met the eyes of the gathered mortals, many of their faces familiar to him now. Then, he turned back to Kasil. "Allow me to act as Emissary. I may be young to your eyes, but I have knowledge that many never will. Knowledge you will need, before you reign is over."
He ended his words there, feeling apprehension attempt to crawl back into his stomach as he stood before the towering stallion, chin raised and prideful gaze leaving no place for argument. This was it, he thought. Judgment day. The god could rise again, or fall from grace further then he ever had before.
@Kasil
