Ah, home at last. The warm glow of the Dawn Court's lands danced across Kaladin's skin, comforting and reassuring despite his recent failures. As much as he had committed to denying having a home at the Court, there was a pleasure to the familiarity with which he strode now. Off in the distance, the Rapax river purred along the banks, a thin silver line on the horizon. He relished in the smooth yet somehow still wild-embraced architecture of the Court's lands, admiring the glimpses of ingenuity and advancement that had led to the construction of such a admirable fortress.
After his brush with death in the Arma Mountains, Kaladin had been afraid he would never feel warm again. And yet, the sun peeking through the clouds had touched upon him as he entered the Court's lands, and he'd been somehow reassured that despite the rather catastrophic events of the week now passed, there was still hope on the horizon - meager as it now seemed. The Court's familiarity served as a reassurance on multiple fronts - he knew his way about the castle and the rumors encompassing this, and thus could be sure there would be no relic found here. He would soon find himself amused when he set his eyes on a now-familiar winged silhouette, along with another he was sure he'd seen somewhere before - along with a completely foreign roan doe who's stance and demeanor told Kaladin she was uneasy amongst the towering men.
He approached, the familiar stonework serving as fodder to his confidence. He had spent the day alone, so now his treacherous body pulled him towards the travelers in search of company. Oh, how these mortals relish company, he thought. If they lived long enough, the would learn that mankind can only be the source of misery. The only person to trust is yourself Despite these thoughts, however, he painted on a loose smile of hardly concealed sarcasm. The people of the Courts, he'd learned, seemed to smile to signify honorable intentions upon encounter. It was an uncomfortable expression, and it felt as false as wearing a mask. He wore it anyway, if only for their benefit. If one could benefit from lies.
He stepped directly in front of the anxious roan doe, and he found himself almost pitying the creature. He'd been like that not so long ago, he realized - easily frightened by the world and nervous on every step. He peered at her curiously, all etiquette abandoned for analysis as he allowed his frigid gaze to clash with her honest one. "Careful," he found himself murmuring. It was a tone he'd learned when speaking to his patients. "Off so soon? Rather quick to be abandoning such a vital quest." he lowered his voice further, so that only she could hear. "Life is too short to run away from it, you know. " Stepping away from the mare, he lifted his eyes to the two men standing near. He inclined his head to Damascus - they had met enough times now that the young man had earned himself a level of respect in Kaladin's mind; at least for his determination and kind nature. Flying in storms and hiding beneath trees during lightning were not on the list.
He glanced to the second stranger, an antlered creature lined with green, rather unremarkable but for his odd coloration. "I suppose I must welcome you to Dawn, Damascus and uh...whoever you are."he tipped his head, amberglass eyes daring for conflict, "But you are here on futile hopes - there is no relic on these grounds." If there were, he thought, I would already be free of this mortal form.
@Inara @Damascus @Venari
After his brush with death in the Arma Mountains, Kaladin had been afraid he would never feel warm again. And yet, the sun peeking through the clouds had touched upon him as he entered the Court's lands, and he'd been somehow reassured that despite the rather catastrophic events of the week now passed, there was still hope on the horizon - meager as it now seemed. The Court's familiarity served as a reassurance on multiple fronts - he knew his way about the castle and the rumors encompassing this, and thus could be sure there would be no relic found here. He would soon find himself amused when he set his eyes on a now-familiar winged silhouette, along with another he was sure he'd seen somewhere before - along with a completely foreign roan doe who's stance and demeanor told Kaladin she was uneasy amongst the towering men.
He approached, the familiar stonework serving as fodder to his confidence. He had spent the day alone, so now his treacherous body pulled him towards the travelers in search of company. Oh, how these mortals relish company, he thought. If they lived long enough, the would learn that mankind can only be the source of misery. The only person to trust is yourself Despite these thoughts, however, he painted on a loose smile of hardly concealed sarcasm. The people of the Courts, he'd learned, seemed to smile to signify honorable intentions upon encounter. It was an uncomfortable expression, and it felt as false as wearing a mask. He wore it anyway, if only for their benefit. If one could benefit from lies.
He stepped directly in front of the anxious roan doe, and he found himself almost pitying the creature. He'd been like that not so long ago, he realized - easily frightened by the world and nervous on every step. He peered at her curiously, all etiquette abandoned for analysis as he allowed his frigid gaze to clash with her honest one. "Careful," he found himself murmuring. It was a tone he'd learned when speaking to his patients. "Off so soon? Rather quick to be abandoning such a vital quest." he lowered his voice further, so that only she could hear. "Life is too short to run away from it, you know. " Stepping away from the mare, he lifted his eyes to the two men standing near. He inclined his head to Damascus - they had met enough times now that the young man had earned himself a level of respect in Kaladin's mind; at least for his determination and kind nature. Flying in storms and hiding beneath trees during lightning were not on the list.
He glanced to the second stranger, an antlered creature lined with green, rather unremarkable but for his odd coloration. "I suppose I must welcome you to Dawn, Damascus and uh...whoever you are."he tipped his head, amberglass eyes daring for conflict, "But you are here on futile hopes - there is no relic on these grounds." If there were, he thought, I would already be free of this mortal form.
@Inara @Damascus @Venari
