✺Lumaris❅
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Lumaris was scouting the Keep when he heard the summons a roar as strong as a lion’s that echoed among the lavish stonework and split the night like a hammer. Alert and watchful he had been hunting the area for any signs of danger, keeping company with the shadows and the silence as his wary nature gave him an excuse to avoid the celebrations. Above the lull of festive music and the hum of happy voices the call rose upon the twilight breeze to Lumaris’ extended audits. Without hesitation the warrior swung his muscular form in the direction of his King’s call; unyielding obedience to a leader was something the stallion had been schooled into from a young age. Recently it seemed this obedience had begun to slip, he’d betrayed his grandfather had he not? Broken the vow no elf or fae had broken in the eternity the two kinds had allied. But the antlered steed did not regret it, no, he had been a fool blinded by obedience and now he could see. However it seemed the cyan beast now found himself in the service of another King and he couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d traded in one self-serving leader for another. Only time would tell.
Heeding Reichenbach’s call Lumaris headed towards the harmony of music and chattering voices, toward the festivities he had been avoiding. Years ago perhaps the former Prince might have been seem among dancers and the revellers dancing like the very flames that burnt in his heart but times had changed, he had changed.
It was the flickering flames Lumaris saw first, the reds and oranges that danced in rhythm with the music. The hollow feeling in his chest, now a familiar haunt, reminded him of his mortality, of his lack of power. For a moment he paused and then steeled his mismatched gaze, casting the fire and ice oculars about the courtyard, taking in the equines weaving to the melody and conversing under the brilliant stars. Spotting Reichenbach Lumaris noted once again how the other stallion did not carry himself with the pride Kings he had seen held themselves, encouraging that flicker of hope within his cyan chest. Perhaps this Night King would be far different from Durann, Lumaris’ grandfather.
Already there were horses gathered before the King, eagerly awaiting whatever news he had to bestow upon them. Sweeping the celebrations with his cold gaze Lumaris joined their numbers, keeping to the outskirts where he could better monitor activity and defend anyone from threat. The elk-antlered stag did not know anyone there, nor did he particularly care to, but they were under his protection as a warrior of the court nonetheless.
Someone talk to Mrgrumpy here xD
