Voting for Deluminian Sovereign
Their collective voice was loud, that Oriens was sure of.
The god of knowledge, of Delumine, of Dawn and the sun cresting high after its slumber - he did not falter, as one by one his children stepped forward to cast their votes. Some proclaimed loudly - while others, their voice hushed for only the god himself to hear.
Seir comes from the forest, does he not? I feel he is best pick for he most likely knows Delumine more than most! — Atlas may be of a different court, but I have heard good things! — Andras is our emissary; he is strong and I trust his decisions.
Just some of the many things his children whispered to him or proclaimed loudly across the court for all their fellow Deluminians to hear, Oriens knew this and more. He knew that Eirene was kind, her knowledge of herbs and healing far surpassing what most would realize or expect. He knew Sol Bestiam was wise and had grown so much from those long years ago. Entia, despite all his attitude and snark, was stronger than many - both physically and mentally.
But the decision was not his to make. And so he did not.
The god stepped forward to walk among his people, and Sol was the first he moved towards.
Of the many that approached him, some stood out. Sol stepped forward to express his gratitude, and the god of knowledge smiled at him - a kind, comforting smile that was as warm as the light that illuminated his children. "You do not need to thank me, Sol," with a quiet chuckle. "Instead, I should thank you for stepping forward in such a time of need."
As if from nothing, a small Mist Raven materialized and crested out of the illuminated orb atop the god's head - its form intangible and fleeting as it glided in a lazy circle around both Oriens and Sol. And just as quickly took to flight, it perched atop the god's statuesque shoulder - and a single Shadowfeather dropped from its wing. Now held within the gods powerful teke, he outstretched it to Sol: "A shadowfeather from the Mist Raven. It may occasionally disappear completely into the shadows themselves, but it will always reform eventually. Although you may find it reforms not into a feather, but into various shapes and figures from your memory."
[ @Sol Bestiam has been gifted a Shadowfeather by Oriens, and has also been awarded +200 signos for encountering a Random Event! Feel free to NPC the Mist Raven if you reply! ]
[ @Sol Bestiam has been gifted a Shadowfeather by Oriens, and has also been awarded +200 signos for encountering a Random Event! Feel free to NPC the Mist Raven if you reply! ]
The next he saw was Arah; a new face but still one he recognized. She cast her vote with few or no words, and as Oriens passed near, he stopped. His gaze drifted up towards Wynter as the Griffin flew overhead, and a knowing gaze took in the creature with piqued interest. When the god's gazed dropped away from Arah's bonded, it returned to her. He watched as she scanned the crowd, took in familiar and unfamiliar faces... more importantly, watched the light in her eyes strengthen ever so slightly when she saw someone she had met.
In the god's teke, a moderately sized Moonflower bulb had also appeared. In a bud of fire that started from its stem and engulfed it in a small, quickly-burning flame - the flower bloomed. It was vividly off-white and smelled faintly sweet, and at its center a small, harmless lick of flame still remained. The light that emanated from it was surprisingly strong - enough to lead a short path through the darkness, should Arah ever find herself in such a situation.
The god smiled wordlessly as he passed alongside the quiet mare; the flower was left floating in front of her even after he had moved along, waiting for her to pluck it from the air. Maybe it would find a home, nestled behind her ear or kept grasped within her own teke?
[ @Arah has been gifted a Moonflower by Oriens, and has also been awarded +200 signos for encountering a Random Event! Enjoy! ]
The god smiled wordlessly as he passed alongside the quiet mare; the flower was left floating in front of her even after he had moved along, waiting for her to pluck it from the air. Maybe it would find a home, nestled behind her ear or kept grasped within her own teke?
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And last but certainly not least was Sloane, her sharp gaze cutting into all those who surrounded her. There is no judgment in Oriens' gaze, for he knows that without scrutiny there is no true knowledge. Blindly accepting what is presented in front of you is hardly a wise path... and he knows he, as with Arah, does not need any words for her.
But even though he does not need words, he does speak as he passes by her. "Maybe this will help, should you wish to be present but not seen..." A smile that was almost coy was thrown her way and extended in the god's teke was the Shapeshifter's Outfit.
"Perhaps it could turn into an invisibility cloak, hm?" he mused as he passed by... the shawl left hanging in mid-air by his powerful teke even long after he had walked past Sloane.
[ @Sloane has been gifted the Shapeshifter's Outfit by Oriens, and has also been awarded +200 signos for encountering a Random Event! Enjoy! ]
"Perhaps it could turn into an invisibility cloak, hm?" he mused as he passed by... the shawl left hanging in mid-air by his powerful teke even long after he had walked past Sloane.
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And after what felt like an eternity - with many slow, methodical steps among the children of the Court he so loved and called home - he knew their answer. It rang in his ears as they whispered and spoke their votes aloud, as they murmured and discussed even amongst themselves. He knew, and he knew it was time. So he returned to the place he first stood within the Court, and his voice as loud as thunder boomed.
A hoof struck the cobblestone — "
Deluminians!
" — and it rang a resonating note throughout the Court, hushing the crowd into a heavy silence. Oriens' golden eyes saw everyone all at once, yet settled on none."You have spoken and I, as well as your fellow neighbors, have heard what is in your hearts." The god's gaze swept briefly over the crowd, looking for a certain someone... a dark figure with glasses. He was not hard to find.
Oriens motioned for the man to step beside him. "@
