The stallion stands with all who had come to gather, taking in their faces, some familiar but many new. As he stood by those who would become his family, Azrael knew he was called to something higher and more meaningful than simply existing. He knew that his stars would always shine and call to him, but also that Caligo wanted more from him. She wanted his service, selfless and true. She beckoned him to be more… and so when Morrighan offers him the council position as Champion of Wisdom, he returns the christening with a bow of acceptance.
"It would be an honor.” His smile is a bit brighter now, the mantle of responsibility falling comfortably to his shoulders as he vows to himself to serve to the best of his ability. That would mean learning more, about the lore beyond his shed-star existence – embracing the cultures and practices of their people (and perhaps forging customs of their own).
He stills, listening to the rest of the positions being named with keen interest. When Tenebrae steps forward, he does not balk – for Caligo’s monk had already dedicated his life and his mission to the goddess (even if his indiscretions had led to a tarnished existence). Azrael knew the stallion craved redemption and a chance to prove himself. He would do well as Regent, a position which the shed-star did not begrudge him one bit. Still, he knew their proximity on the council would be an interesting dynamic, one he would mull over at a later time.
The other names are less familiar, but his brow quirks at the idea of a spar for the warden position. It made sense, he supposed, and not for the first time, Azrael is pleased that he is a scholar instead of a warrior. It simply wasn’t in his nature to compete or to spar with others. They needed protection though, so it was good that the strongest of the two would prevail and serve as their guardian.
When the queen is done speaking, the crowds begin to part, and Azrael finds himself seeking the stranger who had wished for the same title as he. The shed-star approaches Cicatrix quietly, his gaze resting appreciatively at the star map emblazoned on the other’s frame. He too held a special affinity for the heavens, and so he offers a smile and a hushed whisper of greeting for only them to hear. "Hello, and welcome… I don’t know that we’ve met, but I would love to show you Caligo’s stars, if you wish to join me on the mountains one evening?”
@Morrighan, @
