The anticipation grew with every step he took, saturating his veins so that they burned and ran as though it were fire instead of blood filling them. His energy continued to grow upon itself until he nearly pranced along the winding path, neck craned to try and capture even a glimpse of the Night Court, shrouded in the valley as it was. It would be smarter—and safer—were he to watch his footing, to pay closer attention to the loose rocks and gravel upon which he could very easily slip. But such thoughts were far from his mind.
Denocte. Even the name sounded exotic, reminding him of Reichenbach’s subtle accent, the ’oh’ rolling off his tongue with such a lovely lilt.
Not even the political business he brought with him—a scroll bound with Kasil’s unbroken seal waxing the ends together—could distract him from the mystery unfurling before him, fog dissipating in the warming sun.
He was not alone, either, which had helped distract him somewhat. Even if Nimue was not quite impressed with his own humor and antics as he was, still, having company on his journey was warmly embraced.
It was not until they reached the end of the trail, and Po took his first step upon the dewey grass at the mountain’s base, that he paused. Even Ipomoea, young and untrained though he was, knew one could not simply seek out the King of Night unannounced. No, he would wait for an escort—meanwhile giving himself time to take in the beauty of Denocte. Purple flowers upon long spines tickled at his knees, prompting him to bend closer in inspection, their fragrance drowning his senses in an instant. If he were lucky, he might get the opportunity to pick one or two of the fine specimens before he took his leave.
"What do you think these are called?" he inquired of his companion, slowly wandering farther away with his head firmly lowered to the earth, wading into the sea of purple petals. It may seem childish and unprofessional to most, sure--but until they were greeted by a Night Court citizen, he would stop and smell the flowers.
@nimue @reichenbach @any night courtians!
!!!.
Denocte. Even the name sounded exotic, reminding him of Reichenbach’s subtle accent, the ’oh’ rolling off his tongue with such a lovely lilt.
Not even the political business he brought with him—a scroll bound with Kasil’s unbroken seal waxing the ends together—could distract him from the mystery unfurling before him, fog dissipating in the warming sun.
He was not alone, either, which had helped distract him somewhat. Even if Nimue was not quite impressed with his own humor and antics as he was, still, having company on his journey was warmly embraced.
It was not until they reached the end of the trail, and Po took his first step upon the dewey grass at the mountain’s base, that he paused. Even Ipomoea, young and untrained though he was, knew one could not simply seek out the King of Night unannounced. No, he would wait for an escort—meanwhile giving himself time to take in the beauty of Denocte. Purple flowers upon long spines tickled at his knees, prompting him to bend closer in inspection, their fragrance drowning his senses in an instant. If he were lucky, he might get the opportunity to pick one or two of the fine specimens before he took his leave.
"What do you think these are called?" he inquired of his companion, slowly wandering farther away with his head firmly lowered to the earth, wading into the sea of purple petals. It may seem childish and unprofessional to most, sure--but until they were greeted by a Night Court citizen, he would stop and smell the flowers.
@nimue @reichenbach @any night courtians!
!!!.
or if i'm going anywhere at all
but i know i'll take the leap if it is worth the fall
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