ULRIC
The often quiet Delumine was a bustle of activity as the first day of the festival came upon them. An invitation had been sent out to each and every Court, insisting that all come to the prosperous land to celebrate the changing of the season and share in their abundant resources.
When Somnus had approached him to first speak about it all, Ulric had assumed he’d be assigned to protective detail and nothing else – and in a way, he’d been right, but his gilded friend had insisted that he join in on the activities where he could. A part of the roan didn’t like it, allowing literally everyone across Novus to step freely into Delumine, coming and going as they pleased until the end of the festival. They lacked an appropriate number of warriors to properly secure the area and assure the safety of all in attendance, especially with Kasil’s absence. If anyone planned to carry something out against peaceful Delumine, now would certainly be the prime time to do so, but…
It had always been Somnus’ job to fret over every little detail, not his.
So, while he kept his eyes peeled for any suspicious activity, Ulric had every intention to make the most of the celebration. The music that lilted softly through the air, the sweet aroma of their brew, the gentle murmur of greetings; it reminded him fleetingly of his previous home in Vhallen, the simple reminders enough to bring a soft smile to his dark lips. If only it could be like this every day – simple, peaceful, and pleasant.
But that was not the life of a warrior.
Up ahead, eyes of gold landed on a shocking form, one of the Dawn Court but one that he still found himself recognizing. They had battled on the steppe only a short time ago, and though neither of them knew the other’s name, Ulric had found a certain kind of camaraderie in the mare back then. She had fought with fierce passion, keen mind and practiced prowess that many seemed to lack. Slowly the corners of his lips upturned in a friendly, cordial smile as he approached.
“Surprised to see a familiar face amongst so many strangers,” he remarked as he drew to a halt before her, dipping his head briefly in welcome. “Delumine welcomes you. Please, help yourself to anything and everything you see; we should have a few events starting soon.” It was then that he paused, as though realizing a mistake, and quickly tacked on, “Name’s Ulric, warrior to the Dawn Court.”
When Somnus had approached him to first speak about it all, Ulric had assumed he’d be assigned to protective detail and nothing else – and in a way, he’d been right, but his gilded friend had insisted that he join in on the activities where he could. A part of the roan didn’t like it, allowing literally everyone across Novus to step freely into Delumine, coming and going as they pleased until the end of the festival. They lacked an appropriate number of warriors to properly secure the area and assure the safety of all in attendance, especially with Kasil’s absence. If anyone planned to carry something out against peaceful Delumine, now would certainly be the prime time to do so, but…
It had always been Somnus’ job to fret over every little detail, not his.
So, while he kept his eyes peeled for any suspicious activity, Ulric had every intention to make the most of the celebration. The music that lilted softly through the air, the sweet aroma of their brew, the gentle murmur of greetings; it reminded him fleetingly of his previous home in Vhallen, the simple reminders enough to bring a soft smile to his dark lips. If only it could be like this every day – simple, peaceful, and pleasant.
But that was not the life of a warrior.
Up ahead, eyes of gold landed on a shocking form, one of the Dawn Court but one that he still found himself recognizing. They had battled on the steppe only a short time ago, and though neither of them knew the other’s name, Ulric had found a certain kind of camaraderie in the mare back then. She had fought with fierce passion, keen mind and practiced prowess that many seemed to lack. Slowly the corners of his lips upturned in a friendly, cordial smile as he approached.
“Surprised to see a familiar face amongst so many strangers,” he remarked as he drew to a halt before her, dipping his head briefly in welcome. “Delumine welcomes you. Please, help yourself to anything and everything you see; we should have a few events starting soon.” It was then that he paused, as though realizing a mistake, and quickly tacked on, “Name’s Ulric, warrior to the Dawn Court.”
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