[P] once upon a december —

[Reichenbach]

dancing bears, painted wings, things i almost remember.. The journey through Terrastella had been eye-opening, despite his previous visits. The Dusk Court was stunning in all it's serenity and vitality, each variation more surreal and ethereal than the last. The people had eyes that shone with intelligence and a no-nonsense focus on their tasks at hand, a myriad of healers and scholars - along with honed warriors like Morozko keeping the balance. Had Reichenbach not been so hopelessly in love with Calligo and his brethren, he might have considered living under the evening star of Dusk.  His return was laced with good-intentions, his arrival at the majestic Court limned with purpose. Dusk and Night were sisters, Vespera had always treated her sister with respect and kindness, her gentle hands a soothing balm to the caustic glances of Solis. It seemed time and history were looping, or always destined to repeat the wrongs of the past - for here he stood, a promise on the horizon of both of their courts.  Thoughts of Florentine threatened to consume him, even crossing into Terrastella had set his great heart loose and thundering, still raw with loss. The Night King had always allowed his emotions to show true upon his roguish face, and today was no different. As the day faded and dusk descended upon his mahogany skin, his silver eyes remained bright with both hope and nerves. He wanted to see her, Calligo above did he want to see her - but he was also afraid. Afraid that when he did see her, he would not be there as The Night King, strong and unyielding, but Reichenbach, a man desperately in love with someone he could not have.  So, impossibly torn, he waited at the gates, certain that Morozko or even Rannveig herself would approach. They had important matters to discuss, heartbreak or no. @Rannveig (& @Florentine if she wishes!)