The summons drew her from the small room in which she currently resided. Dressed in moonlight finery, hood pulled over her ears, the silver doe entered the main court. The room was large enough to fit the entire Dawn Court in, the ceiling tall and windows large allowing sun to spill in across the stone floor. Silently she moved towards the side of the room, slipping into the back. Beside her Wynter flew in low and placed her hefty history book beside her. Im ceri- ú- heni- i thel-. The griffin’s words were sharp, judging the spectacle. The silver doe finished setting up and raised her head to observe the room. For a moment she allowed silence to fill the bond as she observed the god and his mannerisms. Of course this was not important for the records, but it did fulfil her own curiosity. Power radiated from the being, strength and a certain agelessness rolled off his body in waves. The presence of a god always demanded a certain level of respect but until she knew more about this...Oriens...the doe would reserve her reverence for a later date. Turning her gaze to Wynter the doe finally responded to her bonded. A siniath aran. Mín see i galas -o mín arnad. Hi na- gobennas. Chiding Wynter into silence she wondered how the griffin did not understand the importance of such an occasion. it was not everyday she arrived dressed in her finery and dignified disposition.
As the god began to speak, his voice filled even the far corners of the room. Soundwaves rolled off her pale flesh, rising bumps along the sensitive areas. The sheer power of his vocals resonated with her. Reminded her of other interactions she'd had with deities in the past. Their cold eyes, silky voices, massive bodies, unbidden power. Abilities that could bless and destroy. As he spoke of each candidate for sovereign, she made note of them. Though she reserved details of birth year, place, history and appearance for the winner, the new sovereign. History was selective and if you were not of singular importance, to the doe's mind at least, you would only be mentioned in passing. Just like how only a brief description was given to the court room, most would not care to know the whether on such a prominent occasion. Instead she focused on the words, summarising as unbiasedly as she could. Which, for a new comer with no true established bonds or loyalties yet, was incredibly easy. Keenly she focused on the facts, emotions or any personal opinions she kept to herself.
Observing the workings of the court as the vote took place, she was fascinated by the arrival so many new faces. None stood out as familiar from her past...though she did spot a few faces that she had met since her arrival. As her pools of gold rolled over the crowd, her gaze hovered on those whom she had spoken with. An odd feeling expanded through her chest, light. Warmth. It was the foundation, she thought, upon which she could start to rebuild her life.
