Somnus  Still, Somnus was not one to let opportunity slip him by. He darted in and out of groups, dancing around the Citadel courtyard, checking on everyone he encountered and asking, time and again, if there was anything that anybody needed. He was in his element here; busy with tasks, useful, his purpose once more reinstated. Even if he was simply an errand boy, fetching things for anyone who may need them or answering questions if any arose, he did so with remarkable elegance, poise, and pride. His mind relished in the quick action, thriving in a bustling atmosphere that reminded him of rushing through the hallways of Vhallens's palace, not wishing to be late for meetings with his King or other delegates. It was as he was making his rounds that the tactician's sharp verdant eyes found a rich sorrel mare with a flaxen mane and tail standing beneath a tree, the remarkable shade of her pelt matching the altering, changing colors of the very tree she stood beneath. She seemed quite lost, this maiden, as though she was uncertain really how to proceed, and so always the gentleman and hoping to welcome her to the festival himself, Somnus approached. He halted a good distance away, however, and dipped his head to her in greeting. "Greetings, miss," he began, the melodic lilt of his accent warm and welcoming, dark lips turned upwards in a genuine smile that he hoped would put her at ease, "Welcome to Delumine and the Dawn Court, and be welcome to the Harvest Festival. Have you come to partake in our activities? My name is Somnus, Sage of the Dawn Court proper. I would be honored to show you around, or answer any inquiries you might have." |
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