Night descends from the sky in the form of a goddess. One adopted into her great family, who stretches across all of Novus each night. She swallows the sky and string stars in the heavens for all the children of Novus. Caligo. Sebastien knows her well, and the stories of his own family. Her form surely has vanished from the temple upon the peak, because she now stands before all those of Denocte to announce they need yet another Sovereign. He is sore when he goes to rush from the Vogelstein estate and is reminded he is not fit to be a king. Not yet they tell him. Not yet. Sebastien feels his anger cool with the falling night as he arrives with the other denizens of his home. He will not be the pup that is licking his wounds. His magic drifts in waves around him, drawing others in.
He does not want them. He has eyes only for Caligo, and those that offer themselves up as her next set of victims. Sebastien wonders then if Caligo will discover the blasphemous son from the cursed house. The one that claims she is responsible for their suffering. Because they cannot look inward and blame themselves. Sebastien is no different, although he likes to think he is. Instead, he watches, allowing his magic to hungrily lap at whoever is close enough to notice his presence. "Well met, Caligo." Sebastien murmurs his lullabies to the wind. His words are meant only for one.
"May the next Sovereign serve us well. In your name, and the name of Tempus." It is as though he worships aloud. It is still a foreign taste upon his tongue. To devote himself to Caligo, who cursed his family. He believes these stories. The Solterran son feels blasphemous for the roots of his lineage, and the curse upon their house. Yet, he is here to witness history. He is here in place of the Head of House, to collect information for them. The political tides of the court are always the most important.
He does not want them. He has eyes only for Caligo, and those that offer themselves up as her next set of victims. Sebastien wonders then if Caligo will discover the blasphemous son from the cursed house. The one that claims she is responsible for their suffering. Because they cannot look inward and blame themselves. Sebastien is no different, although he likes to think he is. Instead, he watches, allowing his magic to hungrily lap at whoever is close enough to notice his presence. "Well met, Caligo." Sebastien murmurs his lullabies to the wind. His words are meant only for one.
"May the next Sovereign serve us well. In your name, and the name of Tempus." It is as though he worships aloud. It is still a foreign taste upon his tongue. To devote himself to Caligo, who cursed his family. He believes these stories. The Solterran son feels blasphemous for the roots of his lineage, and the curse upon their house. Yet, he is here to witness history. He is here in place of the Head of House, to collect information for them. The political tides of the court are always the most important.
