 It would be a rare day indeed if the King of Gypsies left the greeting of emissaries to an escort, if he simply allowed someone else to be performing the duties that, in reality, had an effect on the whole of Denocte. While he had already met with Kasil and found him to be quite charming and amiable, there could be no telling how the Dawn emissary and his companion would react to the wilds of Denocte - and it's citizens. The Dawn Court had been a country of soft, elegant beauty and knowledge, boundless in it's wisdom and serenity... almost an exact opposite to the chaotic freedom of Denocte. It was possibly why their Court had such a terrible reputation - why Dawn had not set foot in The Night Court for many years now. While Dawn had their elegance and knowledge, Denocte had other talents, other beauty. They had the variation of their people - less straight collared than the other Courts, more diverse - with multitudes of foreign talents and inspirations. Denocte had the most beautiful of dancers, singers and performers to offer to the world around them, along with uncommon talents like fire eating or hypnosis. The Night Court had her dark side, of course, one Reichenbach himself was quite associated with - knife throwers, thieves, weapons in all shapes and forms, not a strict militaristic force but something more... Calligo-esque. He'd been forced to consider these sorts of things lately... the wealth that lay in dangerous weapons, skilled warriors.. alliances. Reichenbach had rarely given much thought to alliances in his life, either he was friendly with someone or he was not - and Calligo save whoever he was not friendly with. The King of Thieves was a merry, jovial soul - but he enjoyed bloodying his fists just as much as he enjoyed mischief with his Crows, and his temper was a fierce, unforgiving thing. Politics really were not his strong point, though he doubted he'd need to use them much around the sweet hearted Ipomoea. As if his thoughts had led him directly to the fresh faced emissary, Reichenbach stepped neatly, pleasantly, out of the surrounding trees. His lips crinkled as he grinned, emanating warmth and woodsmoke, completely at ease with the company he greeted, despite never having met the razor boned Champion of Wisdom. He looked her over now, silver eyes quick and subtle below his ebony lashes, catching the sharp intelligence and the honed elegance of her before he offered a pleasant smile and welcoming bow; "Welcome to Denocte, Ipomoea... Nimue." His baritone voice hummed with a music that had been absent lately - a music that was slowly returning with Rostislav back in his rightful place. He did not bother to explain how he knew who Nimue was, nor did he think they would ask - it was in the best interest of the Sovereigns of all the Courts to know these things. He lifted his gaze after raising from his bow, grinning at the sight of Ipomoea, so dainty and lovely, amongst the flowers of Denocte.
@Nimue @Ipomoea yewww got the groove back guys I'm keen <3 |
