VELORCA TSEZAR LUDIMYR
Despite the oncoming change in seasons, Solterra remained the same perfect, blissful heat. Velorca was enjoying it thoroughly, soaking his silver skin in the sunlight as he was often prone to do, his hair once again loose and silky as it brushed the corners of his clean boned jaw. He was in his chambers - the room vast and covered in extravagance. Silks and furs, jewels, silver, the finest perfumes, the finest of materials - but mostly gold. Lots of it.
All the wealth in his chambers could have funded Solterra for more than a year, could feed it's people and provide much needed support to the dried out Solterran army. He basked in it. Like a dragon curled among it's treasures, he lounged upon the silk sheets of his bed, watching the warm sun ascend ever higher.
It was noon by the time he got out of bed, and even later than that by the time he left his room. There was a pristine decadence to him that made most in Solterra stop in their tracks and watch him pass - to some he appeared a beautiful courtesan, wealthy and controlled - un-affordable. To others, his beauty was a draw they could not resist, their eyes lingering familiarly upon his elegant body, the suppleness of his muscles, the softness of his lips. Some knew him well, others were vying for a taste.
Velorca knew this well as he strode down the blazing hallways, fluid and full of grace, golden eyes sliding around him coolly. He was aiming for the library - dusty and unused as it was here. He was a Sage after all - even if he was the most unforgettable wisdom-keeper Solis had ever produced.
