KASIL
There was something very calming about flight; the familiar way that the wind rustled beneath his feathers and against his skin, the fresh gusts of air in his nostrils reinvigorating. His favorite time to fly was during the dawn, a time when he felt the closest to Oriens himself. It was also the time that many were still deep in their slumbers, and the world had yet to break into the chaos of day. Kasil often let himself revel in such moments, the private time that he took to himself away from his studies and the worries of being a Sovereign.
He could not help the sense of dread that came within him when his time of flight came to an end, the nagging strings of responsibility beginning to pull him from the sky. With an impulse, he began to rise high above the trees -- far higher than perhaps he should be going, still finding himself drifting in the direction of the citadel. He reached for the stars beyond the atmosphere, until his breath shuddered and left him, stretching his neck until his eyes closed and he began to fall. It was something that perhaps should have caused a panic in the stallion, the thought of the hard earth quickly coming up to greet him, ready to catch him. Instead there was a certain aura of peace, and that was what frightened him. He supposed he could have fallen to his very death, but at the last moment, the stag turned himself right again and used those large, dark wings of his to catch himself -- snatching him away from the earth’s talons.
He was breathless when his feet found the ground again, his wings spread wide and fallen against the ground as if they were tired too. Outside of the walls. Still alone, and with a moment to collect himself -- Kasil drew back to what the people often saw. Not a hair out of place, calm and personable -- something more befitting of his title. Tucking his wings against his sides, the stallion began a methodical pace. Perhaps the library would give him refuge today. He found himself exhausted already -- the previous night spent walking the halls until he could no longer take the silence. Then it had been out here, past the walls of the citadel -- and his flight. Sleep. He would need sleep before too long, and the library could offer the perfect cover for a little nap.
Kasil took the lesser used entrances and exits to the city, his stride rather purposeful as he moved towards it. He found that it was becoming more popular as they days drew onward, but he supposed he had no real reason to begrudge the loss of his not so secret pathways. It was a sparkle of color that caught his eye, causing the stallion to give pause. His ears fell back against his skull, the gold piece at his forehead shifting with the movement as he found himself struck by the sight of three mares. He recognized Nimue right away, her rose colored coat and her...less than rosy disposition easy to spot. It was the other two that he was curious about, a pair of unfamiliar faces. It seemed as though his court grew every day! It was a blessing, but Kasil often found himself at a loss with newcomers.
The stallion decided to join them, if only for a brief moment -- adjusting his compass so that he was redirected towards them. ”Nimue.” He said brightly, a smile playing on his dark lips. ”I see you are making friends.” He teased, knowing her reputation as a ‘witch’ had made her a little unapproachable to some. Hello. He said cheerily, turning his attention to the darker mare first, her build more masculine and he supposed some could find it intimidating. ”I am Kasil. It is nice to make your acquaintance.” As he spoke, his attention turned to the scaled beauty, who appeared much more delicate. ”Delumine welcomes you both.”
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