Voltaire
Morning was breaking across the Day Court, the skies alit with gold and pale shades of blue. It was unseasonably warm for the breaking autumn, but then, Voltaire believed that it would always be warm in a place such as this. Even in the desert dunes, nightfall had been warm (where in his experience, the desert nights were dark and cold). Shivering some as the sweat on his coat met a sudden brisk wind that tossed sand to wedge between his hairs, he blinked against the sun and turned to rub his face against his chest. The sand, at least, was something he could never get used to. It was harsh and unwelcome, even as he shook it from his coat and trekked away from the loose dunes and toward something a bit more sturdy.
The now familiar sandstone spires of the Day Court rose in the distance, but the blue stag avoided the capital today. He needed to meet the regent here, officially that is… and he wasn’t quite ready for politics. Surely, Maxence would want to know his story, and Voltaire’s background was far from a thing he wished to share. So instead, he found himself moving toward the oasis, wondering for a moment if it was real before shaking away the thought and stepping into the blue pool, enjoying the sensation of the cool water against his sand-strewn coat.
She would find him there, partially submerged in the sapphire water, and as she approached the water’s edge, his ice blue eyes found hers and held for a moment. He didn’t know the mare, only that he saw her from a distance during the day that he’d helped with the sparring arena. Neither had spoken to each other, yet he’d respected her attention to duty. Voltaire was a creature who respected the order of duty and responsibility.
Only once it seemed he’d stared for far too long does the blue stallion clear his throat, a bit embarrassed at being caught up in his own thoughts. ”Hello.” He offers, quietly. ”I saw you, at the arena… but we haven’t met. I am Voltaire.” As a simple creature with simpler words, he offers her little more into his own insight, but begins to make his way from the water to the shore once more.
The now familiar sandstone spires of the Day Court rose in the distance, but the blue stag avoided the capital today. He needed to meet the regent here, officially that is… and he wasn’t quite ready for politics. Surely, Maxence would want to know his story, and Voltaire’s background was far from a thing he wished to share. So instead, he found himself moving toward the oasis, wondering for a moment if it was real before shaking away the thought and stepping into the blue pool, enjoying the sensation of the cool water against his sand-strewn coat.
She would find him there, partially submerged in the sapphire water, and as she approached the water’s edge, his ice blue eyes found hers and held for a moment. He didn’t know the mare, only that he saw her from a distance during the day that he’d helped with the sparring arena. Neither had spoken to each other, yet he’d respected her attention to duty. Voltaire was a creature who respected the order of duty and responsibility.
Only once it seemed he’d stared for far too long does the blue stallion clear his throat, a bit embarrassed at being caught up in his own thoughts. ”Hello.” He offers, quietly. ”I saw you, at the arena… but we haven’t met. I am Voltaire.” As a simple creature with simpler words, he offers her little more into his own insight, but begins to make his way from the water to the shore once more.
Day Court Caretaker
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