He wasn't sure, at first, what roused him. The scarred knight peered into the dawn sky from his hollow of soft grass, pelt damp with the morning dew. Then he knew, because the echo of it still clung to the air like a dream. It was a summons, though not the likes of which he'd heard before. Carefully he rose to his hooves. The muscles in his rear leg strained a little in the cool damp, stiff from sleep. It rarely bothered him much but he had noticed with the changing of the weather that he would ache, as though the magic had left him with some sense of weather divining.
He has skirted the stone keep of Terrastella since his arrival. He isn't certain of his welcome though he has chosen to remain here for a while- there is a feeling in the air that drives some of the restlessness from him. It is... calming. And the beauty of the place still takes his breath away a little, familiar enough to be like home but different enough to excite the senses. Now though, he turned his good eye towards the stone keep and his heavy hooves brush through the dew-heavy grass. Almost in defiance of the stiffness in his hind leg, he shifts quickly into a canter.
The summons does not alone insight the sense of urgency, but it is a large part. There is something compelling when a leader calls, even if it is a leader he has not given fealty to. It is one he way though, for he knows that if he chooses to stay then he will submit to whomever reins. He would see them first before he decides. It sounds like this might be his chance, to see the sovereign and hear them speak.
As he enters his hooves clatter on the stone, ringing to herald his approach. There is no stealth in the rose-grey stallion. Despite his unfamiliarity with the place, scent and sound and luck bring him to the meeting third. He stands uncertainly for a moment at the threshold, unsure of his place or his welcome as a stranger in the heart of the Dusk Court. His head drops, somewhere between a nod and bow, offering respects to both those who already stand before them. Then he steps away from the entry to clear it for others, turning his scarred shoulder away from them so that he can regard them more comfortably with his one good eye.
