Slipping from the shadows that hovered about the edges of the chamber, Raglan approached the First Crow, keeping a casual distance between his feathered wings and the sovereign's side. The silence stretched between the pair as they watched the silver limned silhouette of Solis' chosen grow smaller and smaller, soon becoming nothing more than a dark speck skimming the horizon. It had been an interesting meeting, the vastly different yet vastly similar rulers of opposing courts conducting a battle of wills within Calligo's blessed realm. The air fairly crackled with the energy that had thrummed between the two and Raglan was thankful for his decision to stay hidden - he wouldn't have wanted to be at the receiving end of either of the glares that the Kings had been shooting at one another.
Swishing his silken silver tail against his hocks and shifting his pale hooves upon the marbled floor, Raglan heaved a sigh of relief as Maxence's form finally slipped from view. Briefly, he wondered if the Crows needed to pull Raum from his assignment in Solterra - if the Quicksilver spy knew that he had been all but discovered. Pursing his lips, Raglan's mind began to race, wondering if he should establish another set of eyes within the walls for the sole purpose of raising the alarm if Raum was to go to trial - or worse, go missing among the sand stone walls of that sun drenched fortress.
Yes, if he got the signal quick enough, Raglan could appear within Solis' capitol himself and declare Bexley's relationship with the Night Court King and pull her honesty into question. Hopefully, the ensuing chaos would be enough to drag Raums shiny ass out of the line of fire and back into Night Court territory. But the Silvertongue caught himself, Would the old man even come with us? Rhoswen was a Day Court Commoner. Rhoswen, the light of both he and Raum's lives, the woman that the stallion would be able to see nearly every day if he were to continue on in his precarious position within the Day Court.
With a huff, Raglan shook his head, pale strands of mane brushing against his legs as he rolled his eyes and tossed a wry glance toward Reich.
"Well, he's a piece of work."
Swishing his silken silver tail against his hocks and shifting his pale hooves upon the marbled floor, Raglan heaved a sigh of relief as Maxence's form finally slipped from view. Briefly, he wondered if the Crows needed to pull Raum from his assignment in Solterra - if the Quicksilver spy knew that he had been all but discovered. Pursing his lips, Raglan's mind began to race, wondering if he should establish another set of eyes within the walls for the sole purpose of raising the alarm if Raum was to go to trial - or worse, go missing among the sand stone walls of that sun drenched fortress.
Yes, if he got the signal quick enough, Raglan could appear within Solis' capitol himself and declare Bexley's relationship with the Night Court King and pull her honesty into question. Hopefully, the ensuing chaos would be enough to drag Raums shiny ass out of the line of fire and back into Night Court territory. But the Silvertongue caught himself, Would the old man even come with us? Rhoswen was a Day Court Commoner. Rhoswen, the light of both he and Raum's lives, the woman that the stallion would be able to see nearly every day if he were to continue on in his precarious position within the Day Court.
With a huff, Raglan shook his head, pale strands of mane brushing against his legs as he rolled his eyes and tossed a wry glance toward Reich.
"Well, he's a piece of work."
@Reichenbach @Maxence
