R E I C H E N B A C H LIKE ICARUS LOVED THE SUN
Denocte was home to many a foreign traveller, with such a variation of accents and lineages that Reichenbach almost held the notion that they had at least one foreigner from every corner of the world living in their city of shadows. So it was pleasure that gripped his ebony lips and shoved them upward into a jovial grin when he heard Graves' thick accent. The more the merrier, the more varied the better. "An excellent choice, if you ask me" Was his humoured response, a wry smile lighting Reichenbach's argent gaze as he dipped his head and announced; "Reichenbach, of The Night Court." He had no reason to explain that he was King of these parts - in more ways than one - for he did not see himself any differently, and found no need for the distinction. He shifted his bright gaze to the castle before them, admitting "I spend some time here, but mostly I prefer to sleep under an open sky." The Sovereign tilted his head to one side, considering Graves with some curiosity before asking; "And what brings you to The Night Court? Aside from the excellent company" He flashed another grin, offering a long lashed wink to accompany it. ooc; @hugan sorry for the wait!! x |
