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Maxence
I am not so easy to kill
| News of the festival within the Dawn Court had spread quickly, and given it was the Delumine that had gifted Solterra with fertile river soil for their garden it seemed quite rude to ignore an invitation. Without any effort to répondez s'il vous plaît the Solterran party crossed the Mors during the night when it was at it's coolest and less hostile before maxing it's way across the plains and finally to the border of their host's country at the Rapax, all the while Maxence telling his entourage stories of wars won and victories stolen, and listening to their own tales of war and woe. For one who had missed the company of his brethren, it was more than therapeutic to spend time in the company of his new Solterran family. The Day Court King arrived late in the afternoon when the sun was giving it's farewells and dusk had just begun. Immediately Maxence's mind tured to rest and rejuvination from the journey, though they had come for a reason; To meet the one sovereign who had eluded him so far. King Kasil was one Maxence had heard little about, and while rumors spoke of a man who looked identical to Reichenbach he was quite sure that friends and enemies could not easily be mixed. Taking a gander over the foods, drinks and various festival activities, Maxence turnedh is nose toward the beautiful court buildings and the pristine fields the flower-pickers lived upon. It was at that moment that the Solterran King knew he would find it hard to play nice when he had just walked a few thousand miles from a land with hardly a single blade of grass upon it's entire surface. Did Solis choose to forsake them? or did Oriens simply choose to spoil the flower pickers? Or did the gods have no choice. |
by blair of shine, translated to html by meverrnind
