KASIL
Dawn.
A fitting time of day for the Sovereign of Delumine. His eyes were closed as he faced the sun, imagining in his mind’s eye as Oriens began the task of carrying the orb of light over the horizon. He liked to imagine what the god might be thinking, or perhaps saying to himself as he set about his task. Would he be well rested from the night? Would he have concern over the inhabitants of Novus and Delumine? Would he be thinking of the Sovereign, perhaps praising him or..more likely chastising him. The thought brought a frown to his face, the concern over whether or not he was fit to lead the Dawn Court an ever present one.
He had intended to visit the mountains to pray, but he had found himself littered with duties that required him to stay within the bounds of the Court thus far. There were so many new members, and he wanted to know them all by name -- to hear their concerns and there was of course...the higher ranking positions to consider. There were several individuals who had expressed an interest in his Emissary position, yet Kasil delayed in naming a successor. He wanted to be sure of the person that he called his counsel. Word had reached him, however, that he was alone in regard to choosing his higher ranks. It appeared that the other courts had swiftly put others into place and he envied the confidence that the other Sovereigns had in their choices. How lucky they must be to have close allies already.
The stallion ruffled his wings, the dark feathers stretching out wide with the desire to take flight. Soon, he decided. He could use the time away to clear his head.
He returned to the Court, his stride purposeful as he moved through the outer ring. His steps ring out against the stone path, as he fiddles with the gold adornments that kept his hair out of his way. His blunt cut tail swishes along behind him, barely brushing the back of his feet. It was Ipomoea, or Po as he preferred to be called, that caught his attention first -- the cherry colored stallion a sight that was starting to become very familiar to Kasil. He was quite easily recognized with those winged feet of his, and Kasil opened his mouth to greet him when he noticed the object of his subject’s attention.
The female was of slight build, coated in a luxurious cream. Flowers clung to an entanglement of fine hair, honey gold. Kasil thought that perhaps he would never be accustomed to the beauty of women. He supposed the lack of them in his childhood had something to do with that. Sheltered away in service to his grandfather, he had no time for women -- and his travels as a youth had been filled with such a strong purpose and then desire to run away from it all that he had been blind to them then as well. Only now, with thoughts in his head as a king and his desire to know all the subjects of Delumine did he see women. Strong and beautiful, he was surprised at how little he had considered the other sex although they had most certainly always been there. The mare called out her greeting, announcing her loyalties -- and Kasil found himself stopped again.
Dusk Court. Queen Rannveig.
Ah, how fortunate! And by Po’s enthusiastic, albeit hushed, greeting of this...Florentine, they could be considered a friend. Kasil is unaware of the brooding silence brought into the court by the young Charlemagne -- for he might have said something to him. Instead, the Sovereign was enraptured by the commotion created by the mare’s appearance. A smile lifts his features, his body ushered forward with a restrained pace that is meant to keep him from appearing too interested.
”Po,” Kasil said lightly, his dark gaze travelling over his friend -- before drifting to the mare. ”You know this young lady?” He asks, dipping his head in respect to the Dusk Court mare. ”Florentine, is it? Welcome to Delumine.”
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