REICHENBACH ROMMEL
The evenings were when Denocte awoke - when some of the more anti-social of his clan crept from their homes and turned wild and fierce, filled with the intoxication of Calligo's bright night. The stars set them all afire, regardless of where they had been born - some even claimed they had been born in other worlds. Reichenbach watched them from across the Prairie, returning from the somewhat tiring trek to the Dusk Court, where he had lounged in the wilderness with Florentine, humming to her as she lay against his broad chest. These times of peace were marred though, the thought of encroaching war turning his anger tempestuous, something he could barely control.
It was always a relief to return to Calligo's lands, to the loving embrace of her shadows. The stars seemed to sing to him as he returned, dulling the raucous sounds of the gypsies that danced and laughed in the Prairie. Reichenbach flashed a grin in their direction, charming and daring, before moving on toward the Keep.
The inner Court was not a place he spent much time in - though he had to admit the luxury of the palace was tempting when it came to weary bones. His own quarters had no roof, so that when he looked upward all he could see was open sky and stars - a relief for a man who spent most of his time outdoors. Yet he did not make his way to his own room, having caught sight of the light that shone from Isorath's loaned room. The porcelain stag had been given a room close to their vast library, a room adorned with the kind of luxury the glimmering man would have approved of. Denocte had much to offer that the other Courts did not - their trade with the other continents providing fabrics and treasures unknown to Novus.
Reichenbach much preferred the treasures of secrets and stories, the new songs the foreign travelers brought. All of it was beneficial though, so he had little complaints. His step was quiet despite the vastness of the hallway, Isorath's door open and welcoming as it often was.
"Isorath?"
Echoed his low, musical voice. It was time to see how his favourite Dusk sage was getting on.
@Isorath
It was always a relief to return to Calligo's lands, to the loving embrace of her shadows. The stars seemed to sing to him as he returned, dulling the raucous sounds of the gypsies that danced and laughed in the Prairie. Reichenbach flashed a grin in their direction, charming and daring, before moving on toward the Keep.
The inner Court was not a place he spent much time in - though he had to admit the luxury of the palace was tempting when it came to weary bones. His own quarters had no roof, so that when he looked upward all he could see was open sky and stars - a relief for a man who spent most of his time outdoors. Yet he did not make his way to his own room, having caught sight of the light that shone from Isorath's loaned room. The porcelain stag had been given a room close to their vast library, a room adorned with the kind of luxury the glimmering man would have approved of. Denocte had much to offer that the other Courts did not - their trade with the other continents providing fabrics and treasures unknown to Novus.
Reichenbach much preferred the treasures of secrets and stories, the new songs the foreign travelers brought. All of it was beneficial though, so he had little complaints. His step was quiet despite the vastness of the hallway, Isorath's door open and welcoming as it often was.
"Isorath?"
Echoed his low, musical voice. It was time to see how his favourite Dusk sage was getting on.
@Isorath
