[AW] hangin next to you [meeting]

[Isorath]

I S O R A T H The heir of ash and fire The winged kirin is no stranger to the intricacies of Court Life, Vectaeryn had instilled within him strong foundations and grand pillars of intrigue and diplomacy, taught him how to speak, how to be cunning and how to command an audience, swaying them toward his words with confidence and regal poise. The lands he'd visited in his departure had simultaneously refined and challenged them, soothed them with honey only to bring the warhammer down. At least here, there is an established Court system, the last lands he had visited had been sorely lacking. So he answered the summons in his usual grace, his pale coat and striking scales glimmering in the sun's lingering embrace and the gentle glow of fire light. A faint scent of lavender and jasmine hung about him, produced by the delicate looking flowers which were tenderly weaved through the thick braid of his mane. Dressed in his silks and golds, loathed to be parted from them whatever time of day, his hooves struck the floor in a pleasant cadence, a soft breath exhaled as he eyed the already gathered. The Sage had been tardy, he internally lamented, in not learning the nmes and faces of those young and old who had come to call the Court home. "Your grace," he greeted, lilac eyes settling upon Rannevig in polite acknowledgement, "is all well?" In his experience, meetings were never good, when called in grand halls. The last time he had been in such a situation himself, it had been because his sovereign had been stolen. A sweet thing made of sunlight and purity, accosted by dark claws and insidious minds. That seemed so very long ago, now he allowed himself to think upon it, he had been a very different being. So full of righteous fury, the sun's fire at his back and his words his testament, rather than the icy strands of starlight he was now, bedecked in frosted gold and kissed by betrayal. Soon his eyes turned to Mani, and his head dipped in greeting toward him too before he lapsed into a contemplative silence a small distance away from their Sovereign. OOC notes can go here, as well as tags! remove the 'hr' tag to get rid of this line ^ "this here is your speech colour!