It took a long while for Torstein to trek up this mountain, to make his way to the shrines of the gods of these lands. Gods he, admittedly, knew nothing about and didn't... care too much for. But if he was stuck here, he might as well learn as much about this land as possible, right?
So he found his way up the icy paths, through the thin air and chilling winds, to finally set hoof on the weathered stone that lay beneath the spiraling columns. Each god had a pedestal, a shrine, in its own symbolic area. On the shrines lay offerings of varying sorts - gold, jewels, cloths, trinkets, herbs, all things large and small. He took a few moments to take it all in, and he had to admit that it was quite an impressive place of worship. If you were into that stuff.
And as he took in the sights and familiarized himself with the stone temple, he heard voices. Steps stilled and an ombre ear perked up, rotating towards the three, no... four inhabitants as they spoke. Peering at the other shrines from the one he stood in front of - Vespera, was it? Goddess of the Dusk Court? - he saw the quartet, surrounding the shrine of the Night Goddess, Caligo.
For a moment, he thought nothing of it. He was sure it was not uncommon for multiple people to gather among the temple and worship as a unit.
But he recognized two of them.
Both ears slid forward, and the hulking stallion stared more intently at the four. He knew he recognized two of them from the last Court meeting that Maxence had held. While not surprising that they were amongst those in the temple - it seems much of Novus was innately religious in some form - what was surprising, is that one of them kneeled at Caligo's altar.
Stern eyes focused on the sleek stallion, tall and melding easily with the shadows - and while Tor himself still stood in front of Vespera's altar, his attention couldn't be farther from it. Messily braided tail flicked at his hocks, and his ears slid back to rest against his crown of horns.
Slowly, his body turned towards the quartet, weathered hooves shifting calmly against the worn stone beneath them. He made no attempts to conceal himself... because, to be honest, there was simply no way he could. He towered above even the tallest of the four.
But still, his attention lay focused two: the dainty female with the bun of red hair and flowers, and the sleek, shadow-swathed stallion.
"It's a pleasure to see other Solterran inhabitants within these grounds," he stated matter-of-factly and with not too much concern for interrupting conversations. His eyes never left Raum and Rhoswen, and spent more time focused on the former.
Action. Thoughts. "Speech."
just... casually dropping in here ;D
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