KASIL
When Kasil came to stand as the third pillar of the group, he drank in the dark stranger who had come to visit. It was nagging him, this feeling of familiarity -- the delicate clinking of coins and a rich woodsmoke filling his senses like an urn filled with wine. It was not until the stallion announced his name that it all seemed to click together, and Kasil’s smile widened into one of pure adulation. The Night King! Oh the stories that were told about this one! His amber gaze flickered to Ipomoea, sure that his emissary knew just who stood in their midst. He felt like a awestruck child, clearly elated to meet someone with such an interesting history. His ear flicked in the cherry colored stallion’s direction, and he made a small face.
”Come now, Po. There’s no need for such formalities here. I am just Kasil, please.” He said brightly. He was beginning to find just how difficult it was to escape his title as king and sovereign of Delumine. He rarely even referred to himself that way anymore, unless it seemed appropriate or he needed to draw upon that power for himself. He was beginning to prefer his given name, and he would rather those he considered his close advisors to treat him as a friend. ”We welcome you to Delumine.” He said, turning his attention back to Reichenbach. ”Have you come on business, Reichenbach?” He asked, taking his own advice to heart.
He was always the type to consider everyone his friend first, rather than his enemy.
Perhaps one day it would be the reason for his death.
@Reichenbach @Ipomoea
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