Somnus  Dawn had promised a far more mild a day than the summer season had previously allowed. The humidity was low, a cool breeze coasting through the trees, and Somnus had taken it upon himself to leave the mortar hallways of the Court behind in favor of gaining in some much needed exercise, having been cooped up inside for far too long. His routine was set, and as a fickle creature of habit, the golden tactician never strayed from his arduously thought out plan. A walk to warm up taut muscles, perhaps a fly about the Court spire to stretch out his wings, and then back into the library to do some reading. Perhaps a friendly spar with Ulric, should the man feel amicable enough, and then after, well... More reading. More studying. More learning about this world that he was slowly growing acclimated to, a world that was slowly beginning to feel like home. It would never be home, however. Of that Somnus most certainly assumed to be true. As a man who never assumed anything, it was quite the bold statement. No. Somnus' home, and heart, lay with the Kingdom of Vhallen and the King that he had ultimately left behind. Still. Those morose thoughts would do him no good on a day as fine as this one, and the dunalino stallion had no qualms with taking firm advantage of such an outstanding opportunity laid out before him. Not only would such a stroll take the tension from lean, tense muscles, but allow for his wayward thoughts to wander, having been cooped up without much harmonious company for far too long. His mind, sharp as a polished horn, yearned for someone to debate with, to deliberate with, and share knowledge and understandings of the world. Restlessness destroyed a man like him, rendering him useless and harried, and it was not a sensation that Somnus like. So, in short. There he was, legs carrying him through the thickets and shrubbery, wings outstretched when he could manage the space to soak in the sunlight and the breeze alike. It was wondrous, and his heart felt light and airy in a way that it hadn't for a very long time. That was, of course, until he happened upon a resting grullo mare who he had, quite rudely, startled, and the tactician's emerald eyes widened in alarm and concern alike. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry," Somnus was quick to declare in his clipped, polished accent, feeling trepidation and concern rise in his golden breast as he realized that his arrival had startled the poor thing, "I'm afraid I was lost within the recesses of my own mind. It was not my intention to alarm you, miss. My most humble apologies." Here, the dunalino dipped his head in apology, the elegance of his action one of practice and poise. "I am Somnus, and I mean you no ill-will." Then, as though trying to alleviate the troublesome tension that the grullo mare may or may not feel, he offered her the softest of smiles, just a subtle, quirk of dark lips. "I was simply taking advantage of this positively divine weather." |
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