Voltaire
Voltaire needed an escape from his own mind – he needed to move from his wallowing and step into the sun – but here in this place, he’d yet to find his way. The Day Court was harsh and unforgiving, the sort of penance he needed. But now, it seemed that the toil of labor had passed. They had built a garden and a sparring arena, leaving little more for the blue stallion to do than be alone with his thoughts. Turning from the heat of the desert, he made his way again toward the capital seat of the Day Court, hoping to find something interesting to pass his time.
He remembered the girl he’d met when first arriving to this place – with her flower crown and her dreadlock tresses… but hadn’t seen her since that fateful day. The blue stallion had no real purpose in his travels, but instead found himself winding through the sandstone passages of the temple, wondering with a curious heart where they led. He hadn’t had much time to explore this world yet, or to sample that which it had to offer. Instead, he had dedicated himself to quiet worship and tried to appear as innocuous as possible. At some point though, Voltaire knew he needed to step forward from the shadows and make some sort of an effort here.
So lost in his thoughts was the crystal horned stallion, that he almost missed the jingle of gold and the flurry of Velorca as he hurried past. Ears flattening for a moment, the denim stallion turned toward the Sage’s back, wondering where he was headed in such a hurry, and decided to follow him. ”Wait.” He called after the smoke-hued sage. ”Can I join you?” His question surprised even himself as he hurried toward the male, voice rough from disuse as he cleared his throat again, nearing Velorca’s side. It didn’t matter where the male was going, only that he was going somewhere, an improvement on the current state for the denim caretaker.
He remembered the girl he’d met when first arriving to this place – with her flower crown and her dreadlock tresses… but hadn’t seen her since that fateful day. The blue stallion had no real purpose in his travels, but instead found himself winding through the sandstone passages of the temple, wondering with a curious heart where they led. He hadn’t had much time to explore this world yet, or to sample that which it had to offer. Instead, he had dedicated himself to quiet worship and tried to appear as innocuous as possible. At some point though, Voltaire knew he needed to step forward from the shadows and make some sort of an effort here.
So lost in his thoughts was the crystal horned stallion, that he almost missed the jingle of gold and the flurry of Velorca as he hurried past. Ears flattening for a moment, the denim stallion turned toward the Sage’s back, wondering where he was headed in such a hurry, and decided to follow him. ”Wait.” He called after the smoke-hued sage. ”Can I join you?” His question surprised even himself as he hurried toward the male, voice rough from disuse as he cleared his throat again, nearing Velorca’s side. It didn’t matter where the male was going, only that he was going somewhere, an improvement on the current state for the denim caretaker.
Day Court Caretaker
@Velorca
