LET ME SHOW YOU
what you've been missing
They had lost many of their scholars, something that doesn't sit well with Cicatrix. It also doesn't sit well that they were handed this position, a Champion of what feels like ghosts.
For the moment, they rest in their quarters of the Court, watching the sunlight outside dimming lower and lower. They cannot linger here, as much as they enjoy reading the books they've plucked from the depths of the library. Gently, they close the tome they've been poring over, nudging it to the edge of the table with a gentle reach of their ability. They also grab their cloak, pulling it up and over themselves, the gilded decorations resting atop their skull and the flutter of the fabric distorting the halo of light around them.
They must seek out Ira, to fix this error. Tucking the cloak properly and pinning their wings to their sides, Cicatrix turns on their midas kissed hooves, making their way out of the room with a slight duck of their head and beginning their miniature journey to find their new friend, and Sovereign, Ira. The unicorn must be in the Court somewhere, right? So they keep an ear out, listening as they walk with soft steps through the corridors, hearing the clicking of their hooves echoing around them.
"Ira?" It's a soft call, in case the Sovereign is wandering the corridors much like they are. There's no response just yet, and they draw in a breath. Perhaps they'll find him lingering in his own quarters, rather than wandering. After all, being the new leader meant that he had to plan for things, right? It only made sense that he would be somewhere, perhaps thinking over what to do for Denocte, with Denocte.
Steps are taken around a corner, their body leading them without need to engage consciously, until they come to a halt near the chambers that should potentially house Ira. Slowly, a hoof is lifted, clapping against the door in a gentle knock.
For the moment, they rest in their quarters of the Court, watching the sunlight outside dimming lower and lower. They cannot linger here, as much as they enjoy reading the books they've plucked from the depths of the library. Gently, they close the tome they've been poring over, nudging it to the edge of the table with a gentle reach of their ability. They also grab their cloak, pulling it up and over themselves, the gilded decorations resting atop their skull and the flutter of the fabric distorting the halo of light around them.
They must seek out Ira, to fix this error. Tucking the cloak properly and pinning their wings to their sides, Cicatrix turns on their midas kissed hooves, making their way out of the room with a slight duck of their head and beginning their miniature journey to find their new friend, and Sovereign, Ira. The unicorn must be in the Court somewhere, right? So they keep an ear out, listening as they walk with soft steps through the corridors, hearing the clicking of their hooves echoing around them.
"Ira?" It's a soft call, in case the Sovereign is wandering the corridors much like they are. There's no response just yet, and they draw in a breath. Perhaps they'll find him lingering in his own quarters, rather than wandering. After all, being the new leader meant that he had to plan for things, right? It only made sense that he would be somewhere, perhaps thinking over what to do for Denocte, with Denocte.
Steps are taken around a corner, their body leading them without need to engage consciously, until they come to a halt near the chambers that should potentially house Ira. Slowly, a hoof is lifted, clapping against the door in a gentle knock.
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