morozko
and all our footprints in the snow.
We are family, she says, and he does not suppress the small smile that grows on his dark lips then, even as they also shape a reply. “As you wish.” And so he looks her in the eye instead, the green of spring in the midst of a mare clothed in the colors of a snow-laden field on a half-moon night. Indeed, there was little mistaking what land had borne them, raised them, shaped them.
And yet. Would she be so quick to claim his relation, if she knew the reasons for which he’d come? It was family that tied them, true enough, but it was her brother who had sent him, her brother’s advisors who had bid him keep an eye on her. Nothing sinister, they’d assured him - there was no reason to expect trouble.
But the attack on autumn court from those of night was on all of their minds. Morozko had not asked - it had not been his place - but he did not doubt that some shadow of the reason he’d come could be found rooted in that situation. Novus was too far from Veteris for most to give it much mind; but it was too near to not worry about. That had been proven.
His thoughts do not show; still his smile lingers, her next words met with a nod. The unicorn could hear the hint of excitement there, and told himself he did not know her well enough to feel guilt.
“You set the example,” he says by way of reply, evading the question of why. “I don’t think it occurred as an option to most, until you left. You know how they are.” Stolid and proud and carved from tradition as though from ice - he did not need to tell her what many thought of her decision. She already knew what they thought of her victorious return from Jarl. They admired her, of course, and she had fairly won their respect - but the people of winter could only change so much at a time.
Yes, he was curious to see how she might embrace the Dusk court, and its subtlety and (in his eyes) softness.
Allowing his posture to relax, he glances around the courtyard, taking in the rising spires, the slanting sunlight of the late spring afternoon. This place had its own grandeur, but he wondered how often she compared it to Hiemsterra. “Your family is well,” he adds then, turning his silver eyes back on her. “They send their regards.”
@Rannveig :)
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