Caelum
you don't own me, don't say i can't go with other boys
The fae made her way forward, greeting the sovereign as she'd been trained to.
Address, one must always address. She could hear her mother's words practically screaming in her head. Positions of power are just that, power. Even if one does not respect the ruler upon the thrown, you respect the position they hold. It's easier to win flies with honey than vinegar, and when you respect the position, it will appear you respect the ruler. Of course, Caelum had no issues with Isra - so far; and as such it wasn't hard to be courteous, polite, the mare she was raised to be.
She stood at ease in the courtyard.
It was hard not to, hard not to slip into that persona when she steps foot into a royal setting. How the simple tea-brewer/medicine-maker would slip away to the regal being she was at her very core. It was times like this that made her wonder how she hadn't slipped up yet. How her name hadn't gotten out. Who she was, hadn't been revealed. She was thankful, of course. No one wants their history, dirty laundry . . . failures broadcasted. Runaway Queen. The one who destroyed a kingdom from selflessness. The one who led those she loved, swore to protect; to defeat and death. A failure queen.
Perhaps it was why she never sought for Sovereign.
Because she couldn't bare it to ruin another kingdom, and her bad luck would point in that way. Isra greeted her with a fondness that Caelum was not quite expecting, but appreciated it all the same, even as the queen offered her name or nickname. Dropping the title already. Caelum forced herself to keep calm, collected, even as she fought for a way to answer, Oh, you don't drop formalities so early in a summons! Power is everything, and in the case of a summons, you always keep the power until a relationship is formed! It took Arson and I MONTHS before he'd stop referring to me as Princess, and we were COURTING. She didn't show any of these thoughts, of course.
Her mother raised her better than that.
Instead she dipped her head formally, a kind smile, "You honor me with such a privilege, your majesty." She remarked, her tone inflicting the perfect amount of courtesy, and respect that such an honor typically would receive . . . of course, she had a feeling Isra was rewriting the book on Courtroom etiquette as she spoke, "Isra then." She added, before the silence returned.
Caelum didn't mind it, it gave her a moment to observe.
Observe her new queen. Observe Lu's chosen. Observe the one who would lead Denocte out of the shadows - perhaps. It was then that the queen turned, gaze glancing to the gardens, before returning her gaze to Caelum, asking for a walk. Caelum followed the gaze and merely nodded, "Of course." She responded quietly, following her queen, settling into a step that at the queen's side, but not at the same level. A hierarchy shown even in the way one would walk. This was her domain, Isra's; so Caelum allowed her the slight lead.
Caelum bit back the sigh as she walked into the gardens.
The blooms were beautiful, but the well groomed garden was about to go to chaos. The moment her hooves touched the soil, flowers bloomed with each step, the ones nearest her seemed to take on extra life, as fae dust touched their petals, and Caelum had to slam every door down to keep her emotions from showing, "You shall have to give my sincerest apologies to your gardens. I fear this lovely 'scape will be a lot more wild after my departure." The Summer Court queen apologized.
The queen spoke again, and Caelum looked to her.
She seemed to be careful about her words, but Caelum couldn't deny the bright, real smile at the name of her dear friend. She nodded to the other's words, agreeing with what was said, "Yes, I consider her a very close friend, one of the dearest I have had the privilege of making in my time in Denocte." She cut her gaze almost slyly to her queen, "I am fairly well aware of her . . . constitution, and feel it only proper to assist where I can. I am not an acting medic, so I feel my time is better used, when not caring for my tea shop, assisting Luvena with the supplies for the patients she sees. . . especially if it can allow her more time with others who might seek her heart . . . my queen." A casual touch of the waters, to see if her assumptions of where Lu and Isra's relationship was heading was accurate. She'd always wanted to plan a wedding, her mother had been the one planning her and Arson's . . . and she never got a chance to marry Tremaine proper.
Then the mare spoke about her speaking up at the meeting.
Was this it, was this the reprimand, the questioning, the 'who are you to question me?' She was glad when neither of that happened, instead, being thanked. Caelum dipped her head in acceptance to the words, though when she raised her gaze, her expression was less jaded than before, her expression a little more open, "I only spoke up to ensure to myself, and others; that our Court would be moving in the right direction." The mare responded quietly before she looked more fully at Israfel, "This kingdom has a healing effect, on many of us. A chance to come to terms with Our pasts, and accept the changes to Ourselves in the process." How easily it is to slip into a royal We . . . She'll have to monitor her speech a little more carefully.
She turned more fully to the queen.
Her ivory tail swept the ground, leaving small buds growing amongst the flowers and grasses coming up around her hooves, and the fae tilted her head, "But, I have a feeling that was not all you wish to discuss with me." She bowed her head faintly, delicately. Her gaze slightly lowered. Those who have worn a crown before would recognize it as the angle used to keep one's own tiara (or in the runaway queen's preference, circlet) from sliding from their brow. "How might I be of service to you, to Denocte, my queen?" She rose, staring the queen down, a single eyebrow raised, "For surely, that would be the cause of this summons, so soon after your coronation and public appearance as Sovereign. I am always happy to help this court, my home, but I cannot imagine what good a medic and tea-maker might offer."
What was the purpose of this summons?
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Israfel
Notes: Caelum's just like 'why . . . . am I here? . . . .'
Address, one must always address. She could hear her mother's words practically screaming in her head. Positions of power are just that, power. Even if one does not respect the ruler upon the thrown, you respect the position they hold. It's easier to win flies with honey than vinegar, and when you respect the position, it will appear you respect the ruler. Of course, Caelum had no issues with Isra - so far; and as such it wasn't hard to be courteous, polite, the mare she was raised to be.
She stood at ease in the courtyard.
It was hard not to, hard not to slip into that persona when she steps foot into a royal setting. How the simple tea-brewer/medicine-maker would slip away to the regal being she was at her very core. It was times like this that made her wonder how she hadn't slipped up yet. How her name hadn't gotten out. Who she was, hadn't been revealed. She was thankful, of course. No one wants their history, dirty laundry . . . failures broadcasted. Runaway Queen. The one who destroyed a kingdom from selflessness. The one who led those she loved, swore to protect; to defeat and death. A failure queen.
Perhaps it was why she never sought for Sovereign.
Because she couldn't bare it to ruin another kingdom, and her bad luck would point in that way. Isra greeted her with a fondness that Caelum was not quite expecting, but appreciated it all the same, even as the queen offered her name or nickname. Dropping the title already. Caelum forced herself to keep calm, collected, even as she fought for a way to answer, Oh, you don't drop formalities so early in a summons! Power is everything, and in the case of a summons, you always keep the power until a relationship is formed! It took Arson and I MONTHS before he'd stop referring to me as Princess, and we were COURTING. She didn't show any of these thoughts, of course.
Her mother raised her better than that.
Instead she dipped her head formally, a kind smile, "You honor me with such a privilege, your majesty." She remarked, her tone inflicting the perfect amount of courtesy, and respect that such an honor typically would receive . . . of course, she had a feeling Isra was rewriting the book on Courtroom etiquette as she spoke, "Isra then." She added, before the silence returned.
Caelum didn't mind it, it gave her a moment to observe.
Observe her new queen. Observe Lu's chosen. Observe the one who would lead Denocte out of the shadows - perhaps. It was then that the queen turned, gaze glancing to the gardens, before returning her gaze to Caelum, asking for a walk. Caelum followed the gaze and merely nodded, "Of course." She responded quietly, following her queen, settling into a step that at the queen's side, but not at the same level. A hierarchy shown even in the way one would walk. This was her domain, Isra's; so Caelum allowed her the slight lead.
Caelum bit back the sigh as she walked into the gardens.
The blooms were beautiful, but the well groomed garden was about to go to chaos. The moment her hooves touched the soil, flowers bloomed with each step, the ones nearest her seemed to take on extra life, as fae dust touched their petals, and Caelum had to slam every door down to keep her emotions from showing, "You shall have to give my sincerest apologies to your gardens. I fear this lovely 'scape will be a lot more wild after my departure." The Summer Court queen apologized.
The queen spoke again, and Caelum looked to her.
She seemed to be careful about her words, but Caelum couldn't deny the bright, real smile at the name of her dear friend. She nodded to the other's words, agreeing with what was said, "Yes, I consider her a very close friend, one of the dearest I have had the privilege of making in my time in Denocte." She cut her gaze almost slyly to her queen, "I am fairly well aware of her . . . constitution, and feel it only proper to assist where I can. I am not an acting medic, so I feel my time is better used, when not caring for my tea shop, assisting Luvena with the supplies for the patients she sees. . . especially if it can allow her more time with others who might seek her heart . . . my queen." A casual touch of the waters, to see if her assumptions of where Lu and Isra's relationship was heading was accurate. She'd always wanted to plan a wedding, her mother had been the one planning her and Arson's . . . and she never got a chance to marry Tremaine proper.
Then the mare spoke about her speaking up at the meeting.
Was this it, was this the reprimand, the questioning, the 'who are you to question me?' She was glad when neither of that happened, instead, being thanked. Caelum dipped her head in acceptance to the words, though when she raised her gaze, her expression was less jaded than before, her expression a little more open, "I only spoke up to ensure to myself, and others; that our Court would be moving in the right direction." The mare responded quietly before she looked more fully at Israfel, "This kingdom has a healing effect, on many of us. A chance to come to terms with Our pasts, and accept the changes to Ourselves in the process." How easily it is to slip into a royal We . . . She'll have to monitor her speech a little more carefully.
She turned more fully to the queen.
Her ivory tail swept the ground, leaving small buds growing amongst the flowers and grasses coming up around her hooves, and the fae tilted her head, "But, I have a feeling that was not all you wish to discuss with me." She bowed her head faintly, delicately. Her gaze slightly lowered. Those who have worn a crown before would recognize it as the angle used to keep one's own tiara (or in the runaway queen's preference, circlet) from sliding from their brow. "How might I be of service to you, to Denocte, my queen?" She rose, staring the queen down, a single eyebrow raised, "For surely, that would be the cause of this summons, so soon after your coronation and public appearance as Sovereign. I am always happy to help this court, my home, but I cannot imagine what good a medic and tea-maker might offer."
What was the purpose of this summons?
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Israfel
Notes: Caelum's just like 'why . . . . am I here? . . . .'
and please when I go out with you, don't put me on display
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