Green eyes took in the proceedings with an excited glimmer.
How very exciting. They had yet to receive a reply from the youth they had spoken to, but they remained at his side nonetheless, an ease in their stance as they stood close, but not quite so close as to be overly intrusive. They were familiar with only one of the three who seemed to hold the highest ranks under the Sovereign, but couldn't help the quiet chuckle that spilled from their lips at a memory of a night previous.
Yes, Rostislav would make an excellent Warden. He certainly seemed to know when aggressive strangers were ahoof in any case. Perhaps that luck would lead him to doing well in his duties. They certainly hoped so at the very least.
But then came announcements they were unprepared for.
Names currently meant little to them but faces were images that spoke a thousand words.
When they first heard the word 'Battle' come from the man's lips, they resigned themselves to a brute of an equine. Some burlish and unkind soul that they would no doubt struggle to be amicable with, given their past experiences with those of battle. Nothing too marked as to have left trauma or some significant impact of note in their life. Merely the day-to-day interactions that left them more than a little fed up with those warriors around them.
But the first thing they noticed was that the name was effeminate. Such a thing meant little, they were well familiar with the fact that given sex and name had little to do with personality.
But then they saw to whom the congratulations were directed, and their eyes lit up in recognition.
No, they did not know this woman well, but they had met her before. And she seemed... like a warrior.
No, not a warrior.
A warrior was a fighter in the horse's mind, an attacker. Something they would always associate with their birthplace.
This woman struck them more like a knight.
Not afraid of toil or bloodshed, but not unkind either. She struck them as having an ability for tenderness that they had found uncommon in combatants. They did not know her well, and had only met her for a brief period, but she seemed far more amicable than those the equine had been anticipating to be put into the role.
They couldn't hide the smile.
The Champion of Wisdom was again unknown to them, and they brushed it off with only polite applause as they had given the others they did not know well.
But then came the biggest surprise of them all.
"Our new Champion of Healing - Seree!"
Once the initial shock faded, they were not quite sure what they felt. They had never had any experience in leading before, their flighty nature as of yet more inclined to be the leader of a dance than the leader of any real, long-term task. But here they were, it seemed. And at the same time, they felt a rush of pleased flattery.
They did not know most of these horses well, and they knew that Reichenbach did not know them well. They had met the man for a time, but that time was little. And, to be trusted with such a task nonetheless?
They couldn't help the smile.
Nor could they help the sigh of relief when they were told they were to take on a second-in-command. They had little experience in leading, and they would no doubt find the help more than, well, helpful.
And besides, if something were to spark the fire within them that drove them to leave, they would be able to do so knowing that they left the Court behind in safe hooves to care for them. They could vanish without guilt if the winds changed and the tides called them off.
Well, without too much guilt, anyways.
But with the announcements drawing to a close, they only dipped their head with a smile as they followed the initiative of the Sovereign. And then, well, the formalities were over, were they not?
Their blood sung with the need to dance.
But first, the youth. The poor dear had yet to reply, no doubt cut off by the Sovereign's words.
Emerald orbs flickered in his direction once more.
Perhaps... they could convince him to take to the floor with them.
Perhaps they were no leader of order, but they could lead the tango and waltz as well as any danseur.
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OOC: Seree is going to be dragging Raglan into a dance if he doesn't back out soon xD
