REICHENBACH ERWIN ROMMEL
Summer had come quickly, the warmth and decadence of the season lightening Reichenbach's mood considerably. Not that he was ever in a bad mood when heading toward the peak - it was a pleasant change of pace, wandering Denocte as he collected flowers and honey for his tribute. It was that time of month: the time he visited Calligo and left her a star-spun tribute, murmuring his troubles and trials, his loves and losses. She always listened, was always patient despite her wildfire heart. He and Calligo shared many similarities so she understood when his emotions peaked, when they grew too much for him to handle, when he broke and lost control. It had been a while since the last time - he'd been metering out that internal turbulence through sparring, though he'd been close to losing control the last time he had been here.
Reichenbach swallowed, remembering the brush of feathers against his skin with a barely contained shiver. Atop the mountain it felt as if the whole world did not exist, only the memories of that world, the far away problems that meant nothing here. Sighing, the Sovereign of The Night Court lay his collection at Calligo's shadowy shrine, admiring the woven collection of plants, flowers and sweet honey as it was caressed by darkness. After a moment of consideration, he sank to his knees and then lay silently down beside the shrine, speaking in a low murmur to his Goddess, his Queen.
"Give me the strength not to chase her," he began gently, "The strength to watch over my people, to make the right choices for them and them alone. Let Araxes find joy in her new position, and Raglan the common sense to listen to Camdis. Bless your new countrymen and embrace them with your shadows and stars, for they are just as wild and lost as we."
The soft depth of his voice faltered as he concluded in a whisper;
"May you find happiness and comfort in your realm, sweet Calligo, and may we meet again."
ooc; worship thread but anyone is welcome to join!
