máni
for glorious are we
He felt as if he'd been hiding for some time, more than being Regent of the Dusk Court. Whispers had swum around Terrastella, word of tensions between Denocte and Solterra. It's nothing startling, but it's enough that it had unnerved him. Still, he was awake at this odd hour, lingering like a ghost among the far reaches of the Court itself. Walls that held secrets and laws all their own.
Somewhere far off, Vidar was cawing, long and loud before silencing himself. Máni could feel his bonded's restlessness, and the exhilaration that came with flying. It was a strange sensation for him, but he enjoyed it, knowing that the albino raven could stretch his wings and soar. There wasn't much else for the Regent to pick upon, other than a call that echoed through the halls and around corners. It rang with Rannveig's tone, and he felt his ears gently fall, a little uncertain of facing her.
He was shamed for his lack of participation, but he was not one to shy away from the consequences that came with the lack of his duty. So instead of shying away, he turned himself toward where the call had come from, taking measured steps that ricocheted off the walls and the structure itself, fading phantoms of his hooves as they clicked the ground.
Máni found himself emerging to where he had heard her, finding himself to be the first, and his ears remained half back in a slight shame regardless, his head bobbing only a little in Rannveig's direction. "Rannveig," he uttered in soft greeting, unsure of himself or them at the moment. He had failed her, so it would be no surprise if she held disdain for him.
Somewhere far off, Vidar was cawing, long and loud before silencing himself. Máni could feel his bonded's restlessness, and the exhilaration that came with flying. It was a strange sensation for him, but he enjoyed it, knowing that the albino raven could stretch his wings and soar. There wasn't much else for the Regent to pick upon, other than a call that echoed through the halls and around corners. It rang with Rannveig's tone, and he felt his ears gently fall, a little uncertain of facing her.
He was shamed for his lack of participation, but he was not one to shy away from the consequences that came with the lack of his duty. So instead of shying away, he turned himself toward where the call had come from, taking measured steps that ricocheted off the walls and the structure itself, fading phantoms of his hooves as they clicked the ground.
Máni found himself emerging to where he had heard her, finding himself to be the first, and his ears remained half back in a slight shame regardless, his head bobbing only a little in Rannveig's direction. "Rannveig," he uttered in soft greeting, unsure of himself or them at the moment. He had failed her, so it would be no surprise if she held disdain for him.
@Rannveig
