She was something altogether different and wholesome, moonlight and smoke and cobwebs and mirrors. Silently, he compared her to a bauble that one may find at an exotic bazaar; gilded and wrought with care, but with levers and pulleys that lead to dead ends and compartments that only produced more questions. A fascinating girl, it seemed he had piqued her interest and Caligo knew that she had ensnared his. Yet, within his fascination simmered something sinister and twisting - a series of confusing emotions that tangled themselves about his tongue and his thoughts before he could make sense of anything.
The stallion inhaled primly, noting no unusual scents that could be used to fog his mind, nothing that could explain the stupor that Rhoswen's presence had summoned. It was possible that she was a sorceress, a demon, a witch; he did not doubt that the phoenix before him had capabilities beyond his knowledge (Don't we all?). Indeed, the scholar within him yearned to crack her pretty skull like an egg and watch the secrets spill out while the monster that perched inside his bones thought of things rather less pleasant.
Despite the storm of confusion and sin that roiled within his crowned skull, Camdis was easily whisked away from his musings as Rhoswens's reply echoed down the dim hall. A grin found it's place upon the stallion's lips and he discovered that he rather enjoyed the sound of the mare's voice. Quirking a brow at her question, the Regent merely nodded his answer- of course his parents were dead, it seemed obvious enough by his wretched behavior that he hadn't had the privilege of having his poor manners beaten out of him. Then, at the mention of Reichenbach - her brother. Her brother. - his eyes widened almost imperceptibly as understanding clicked together within his mind.
The essence of the ethereal that clung to her frame, the cobwebs and moonlight that peppered her aura, that infuriating, intoxicating confidence that laced her every breath... of course she was related to his Night King, his beloved savior and friend, his curse and his blessing and the fire that raced through his veins. Running a suddenly dry tongue over his teeth before responding, Camdis was surprised to find that his voice still fit within the parameters of a casual conversation despite the excitement and curiosity racing down his spine, "I'm his Regent, actually. Your brother is a fine King and we love him dearly. I'm lucky to serve alongside him - luckier to name him friend." Cocking his head to the side at the notion of him being a black sheep, Camdis narrowed those silvery eyes in an almost playful manner, "Why not stay with him in the Night Court, then? If you are his sister, how could the two of you part ways?"
It was still a new concept to the stallion, that siblings could choose to leave one another when he hailed from a realm where the two were inextricably bound - indeed, that notion wasn't truer anywhere but with Camdis Lohir.
The stallion inhaled primly, noting no unusual scents that could be used to fog his mind, nothing that could explain the stupor that Rhoswen's presence had summoned. It was possible that she was a sorceress, a demon, a witch; he did not doubt that the phoenix before him had capabilities beyond his knowledge (Don't we all?). Indeed, the scholar within him yearned to crack her pretty skull like an egg and watch the secrets spill out while the monster that perched inside his bones thought of things rather less pleasant.
Despite the storm of confusion and sin that roiled within his crowned skull, Camdis was easily whisked away from his musings as Rhoswens's reply echoed down the dim hall. A grin found it's place upon the stallion's lips and he discovered that he rather enjoyed the sound of the mare's voice. Quirking a brow at her question, the Regent merely nodded his answer- of course his parents were dead, it seemed obvious enough by his wretched behavior that he hadn't had the privilege of having his poor manners beaten out of him. Then, at the mention of Reichenbach - her brother. Her brother. - his eyes widened almost imperceptibly as understanding clicked together within his mind.
The essence of the ethereal that clung to her frame, the cobwebs and moonlight that peppered her aura, that infuriating, intoxicating confidence that laced her every breath... of course she was related to his Night King, his beloved savior and friend, his curse and his blessing and the fire that raced through his veins. Running a suddenly dry tongue over his teeth before responding, Camdis was surprised to find that his voice still fit within the parameters of a casual conversation despite the excitement and curiosity racing down his spine, "I'm his Regent, actually. Your brother is a fine King and we love him dearly. I'm lucky to serve alongside him - luckier to name him friend." Cocking his head to the side at the notion of him being a black sheep, Camdis narrowed those silvery eyes in an almost playful manner, "Why not stay with him in the Night Court, then? If you are his sister, how could the two of you part ways?"
It was still a new concept to the stallion, that siblings could choose to leave one another when he hailed from a realm where the two were inextricably bound - indeed, that notion wasn't truer anywhere but with Camdis Lohir.
@Rhoswen
hi it's me, the worst.
