He chuckled in response to Reichenbach's velvety reply, ever surprised by the sovereign's unique ability to light a flame beneath his chocolate and scarlet skin. Cantankerous was never a word that he would use to describe himself, but then again, Camdis had never taken much time to focus on his personal adjectives - he would rather use what spare time he had pondering and reading, wandering and learning to breathe again. Inhaling deeply, the stallion relished the scents of Denocte proper; cinnamon and sage, jasmine and poppy, nightflowers and smoke, all undercut by the scent of joy and sweat as the revelers and members of their court - His court - celebrated the succession of their beloved nation.
His chest swelled with emotion and his eyes burned with the effort not to well with tears. Pupils expanding and heart pounding against his ribs, Camdis felt his gaze sweep over those gathered, eyeing each in turn but without truly seeing them. No, he was too caught up in the moment, in the understanding and realization that he truly did love this country and it's people, not just the goddess that he adored and feared in equal measure. This was what a king was supposed to feel for his nation, this overwhelming wave of duty and pride, of love and honor.
It was a new sensation, to feel as if one belonged.
Whatever thoughts may have stemmed from such a realization were stoppered, however, as the sound of his and Reichenbach's name crashed over the crowd and a familiar face came barreling toward the two members of council. Camdis noticed the rather large and rather glowy canine that followed at his friend's heels and gave the creature a nod before his face split into a grin, silvery eyes sparkling with mirth. "Rostislav!" Came his greeting, echoing Reichenbach's own and matching it for elation. With a hearty laugh and a bump of the horned stallion on the neck in camaraderie, he forgot to be concerned about whether or not his friend could be punished for venturing into the Night Court from his home in Day, "You old goat, where have you been?" He motioned with his scarlet painted skull toward the winged Raglan at his side, the boy now accompanied by an equine with an air of joviality, "You must meet my ward, his --"
His words were cut off by the sound of Reichenbach's booming summons, the sovereign's already massive presence growing to encompass the entirety of the square. The citizens gathered fell silent as their beloved Orphan King proclaimed the rankings and appointments of his Court, Camdis shocked to hear a few whoops and yells as he was announced as Regent. Shooting a smile at Raglan and Rostislav, the stallion returned Rosti's support with a shocked holler of his own as his friend was announced the Warden of Denocte.
"You nit!" Came his laughing response as he aimed to bump the man's neck with his nose again, eyes wide with surprise and excitement, "When did you change your citizenship? Congratulations, Warden," As the drunken stallion rejoiced at his flask, Camdis could only chuckle and shake his head, floored by the wonderful impossibility of it all.
His chest swelled with emotion and his eyes burned with the effort not to well with tears. Pupils expanding and heart pounding against his ribs, Camdis felt his gaze sweep over those gathered, eyeing each in turn but without truly seeing them. No, he was too caught up in the moment, in the understanding and realization that he truly did love this country and it's people, not just the goddess that he adored and feared in equal measure. This was what a king was supposed to feel for his nation, this overwhelming wave of duty and pride, of love and honor.
It was a new sensation, to feel as if one belonged.
Whatever thoughts may have stemmed from such a realization were stoppered, however, as the sound of his and Reichenbach's name crashed over the crowd and a familiar face came barreling toward the two members of council. Camdis noticed the rather large and rather glowy canine that followed at his friend's heels and gave the creature a nod before his face split into a grin, silvery eyes sparkling with mirth. "Rostislav!" Came his greeting, echoing Reichenbach's own and matching it for elation. With a hearty laugh and a bump of the horned stallion on the neck in camaraderie, he forgot to be concerned about whether or not his friend could be punished for venturing into the Night Court from his home in Day, "You old goat, where have you been?" He motioned with his scarlet painted skull toward the winged Raglan at his side, the boy now accompanied by an equine with an air of joviality, "You must meet my ward, his --"
His words were cut off by the sound of Reichenbach's booming summons, the sovereign's already massive presence growing to encompass the entirety of the square. The citizens gathered fell silent as their beloved Orphan King proclaimed the rankings and appointments of his Court, Camdis shocked to hear a few whoops and yells as he was announced as Regent. Shooting a smile at Raglan and Rostislav, the stallion returned Rosti's support with a shocked holler of his own as his friend was announced the Warden of Denocte.
"You nit!" Came his laughing response as he aimed to bump the man's neck with his nose again, eyes wide with surprise and excitement, "When did you change your citizenship? Congratulations, Warden," As the drunken stallion rejoiced at his flask, Camdis could only chuckle and shake his head, floored by the wonderful impossibility of it all.
@Reichenbach @Rostislav @Seree (mentioned)
Here have this terrible horrible post as i try to recover from the brink of death
