Aeon TO FALL AND REWRITE THE BITTER END It was her stammering and the swooshing of wings that alerted him to the arrival of the other stallion. Aeon has sparsely seen anyone who rivaled his size, but judging by the other he figured they would stand shoulder to shoulder. Aeon summoned the courage that he had welling inside of him. He had done nothing wrong, he was in his own court and being reasonable. In any other situation someone arriving in this manner would be suspect, at least Seraph could confirm it was indeed her father. He would never judge anyone by their external appearance even if they did sneer and show their teeth. Maybe there was something he was missing socially. Either way he would not jump to conclusions and he would not feel intimidated when his actions had been reasonable. “Hello, yes I am Aeon. I would like to think of myself as a friend to all of dusk court and those who reside here” he said softly. He wondered if the other stallion had better eyesight with his additional eyeballs, he squished his curiosity deeper inside. He doubted the stranger would wish to talk about such things. “I am a dusk court Soldier and while I was rounding I met Seraph. What is your name?” he asked gently. There was no need to shout, all who were standing could feel the uneasy tension. ooc: Aeon for @SERAPH |