Somnus  Needless to say, Somnus was proud. This had been his suggestion to Kasil, after all, a benefiting way to open up their bountiful harvest to the other civilians of Novus, to offer praise to their Gods and thanks for such fertile land and profound growth... And it was clearly a positive decision to have been made. Yes, it had taken quite a bit of work, and yes, Somnus had been stressed and fretting throughout the most of it all, dancing and darting between groups of individuals and welcoming them, inquiring if they needed anything, and bidding them adieu to enjoy themselves, and to never hesitate to search him out if they had any inquiries. All of the joy, all of the fun and happiness caused a smile to pull a the golden tactician's lips, and he let out a long, satisfied breath as he continued to make his rounds. Everyone around him seemed to be enjoying themselves, and the sight was magnificent. Somnus could even spot Ulric among the masses, keeping an eye on their guests, ever the vigilant Warden, but also having engaging in some of the activities and having quite a bit of fun, himself. It was good to see. The stallion's verdant eyes scanned the crowds, when they landed upon a dapper fellow of the likes that he had never seen, Somnus paused. There was positively no missing him, for he stood hands above everyone else in the immediate area. The advisor tipped his nose upwards, scenting the air. The stranger, dappled in shades of grey with long, silky tresses of ivory, smelt faintly of Delumine, of ozone and star-filled nights, but still he did not recognize him. Was he a citizen of their Court? Newly arrived? Or was he among the visitors from the other Courts? It was hard to say, but Somnus was certain of one thing; he would have never forgotten a face like that. So, hoping to welcome everyone into their fold, and their festival, the tactician approached with a lazy gait, his wings furled and tucked close to his sides, keen verdant eyes focused on the star-kissed man. "Greetings," he began, the elegant lilt of his accent warming and welcoming, "I don't believe we've had the privilege of meeting. I am Somnus." A hesitance, then he went on, dipping his nose as he took up position beside the taller stallion's side, not wishing to be in the way of the singing and dancing that others were partaking in. "Are you enjoying yourself? Is there anything I can get for you?" |
@Caelum
