Fear not the dark
Or the monsters, my friend
Or the monsters, my friend
The call to assemble came and was as impossible to resist as the song of a siren, although admittedly the Sovereign's call was far less... melodic. However, no matter the sound it was unmistakable, a timeless sound that bade all who heard it to merge together, to harken the words of their Sovereign. Arluin was no exception, his own fine ears catching wind of the cry on the breeze, and he turned his head from the overlook he had been gazing out from, pale locks tousled by the playful breeze.
For a span he watches from afar, from on high, as others began to trickle through the hall and the woodwork, his gaze devouring their appearances with a curiosity that knew no bounds. Oh, he had seen several of them as they passed, but this was a chance to do more than just 'see' his kinsman. Finally his own cloven hooves joined the trek towards Rannveig, his pale visage slipping among the throng. Already the Sovereign was approached by bolder folk, one of dragon scales and wings, yet graced with horns. That man caught his eye, if for uniqueness alone, but eventually the grey stallion settled himself beside a golden mare also graced with both wing and horn(how many aberrations were there in this land?). "What do you think she has summoned us for?" Arluin questions conversationally, his gaze moving around those gathered, fine ears pricked sharply at attention.
(Wow this is short but @Israfel bc arluin decided to chat)
For a span he watches from afar, from on high, as others began to trickle through the hall and the woodwork, his gaze devouring their appearances with a curiosity that knew no bounds. Oh, he had seen several of them as they passed, but this was a chance to do more than just 'see' his kinsman. Finally his own cloven hooves joined the trek towards Rannveig, his pale visage slipping among the throng. Already the Sovereign was approached by bolder folk, one of dragon scales and wings, yet graced with horns. That man caught his eye, if for uniqueness alone, but eventually the grey stallion settled himself beside a golden mare also graced with both wing and horn(how many aberrations were there in this land?). "What do you think she has summoned us for?" Arluin questions conversationally, his gaze moving around those gathered, fine ears pricked sharply at attention.
(Wow this is short but @Israfel bc arluin decided to chat)
DUSKBEGUILE
