[AW] We Are the Warriors That Built This Town

[Kasil]

Kasil It had been quite the day of touring. Such things often left Kasil mentally drained, the various interactions of the day like an endless cycle of chatter spiraling in his mind. He had a difficult time letting things go, and most of the day would stay with him for the weeks to come. He moved stiffly, his body full of aches that he had never quite acknowledged before this point. It seemed that travelling so much after a long time stuffed away in the citadel had made him soft; his muscles working to remember the days of hard travelling and labor that he had done just a mere year ago. The long grasses of the meadow grew up on either side of him, a path worn through the fields thanks in part to more frequent travelers. The sun was beginning to set, passing from Solis’ hands to that Vespera’s. She would deliver it safely to the earth until it was time for Oriens to take it up again. On and on this cycle went, and with each passing day the world became less afraid of another endless night. It was a movement on this otherwise quiet plain that caused Kasil to look up from his musings -- a figure in the distance climbing up onto what appeared to be a small outcropping of rocks. He frowned. It was nearly night, and the court lacked sufficient warriors to protect them all at the current moment -- so it was not safe to sleep out beyond the citadel’s walls. It was this thought that found the Sovereign wading through the high grass, it rustling around him like a restless ocean of green, until he came up towards the outcropping. He could see now that it was a stallion, one like himself with a pair of wings meant to carry him into the air. Except...to Kasil’s horror, one of them was not whole. Taking a moment to steady himself, Kasil had to tilt his head up to speak. ”Excuse me!” He said, louder than he had intended. ”But it is not safe to sleep beyond the citadel. I’ve come to escort you back into the city where it is safer.” "Talking"

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