Voltaire
The usually stoic unicorn broke a smile as the boy arrived with food, unable to hold himself from appreciating the youthful exuberance. Had he been born in a different time, under different circumstances, Voltaire wondered if he would have been just as youthful and cheery. Doubtful, as it simply wasn’t in his personality – but as he turned toward the basket of sumptuous treats, autumn scents drifting toward him, he had to wonder. He lets the king and the sage take their treats first, snagging one after the others had tried them first, pleased to find the pastry warm and gooey sweet. It was certainly a delicacy he wasn’t used to, but one he enjoyed immensely.
Nodding to the boy, he crouched down a bit to offer the child an eye-level look. ”Your offerings are greatly welcome – we have journeyed a long way to get here, and welcome your hospitality.” He offers a wink to the scaled boy, unaware that soon they would find themselves in adventures looking for herbs and training to heal, before turning toward the golden welcomer. Somnus… his name was Somnus.
Vottaire was less unhappy at not seeing Maxence, for he had no reason to come other than curiosity. Nodding as Vadim shared his name, the blue stag decided to introduce himself for good measure as well. “Voltaire, healer from the Day Court.” He nodded briskly to Somnus, offering a stoic sort of grin. It was as happy as you’d see him, really – for Voltaire was not one to show much emotion, particularly when it related to his own happiness. Still, it was hard not to feel the joy at a day such a this, and he allowed himself to relax and let the strains of cheerful music reach him, colliding with the sights and smells of the festive party.
But the spiced drinks would have to wait – he could not afford to let his mind be altered by such things, however tempting…
Nodding to the boy, he crouched down a bit to offer the child an eye-level look. ”Your offerings are greatly welcome – we have journeyed a long way to get here, and welcome your hospitality.” He offers a wink to the scaled boy, unaware that soon they would find themselves in adventures looking for herbs and training to heal, before turning toward the golden welcomer. Somnus… his name was Somnus.
Vottaire was less unhappy at not seeing Maxence, for he had no reason to come other than curiosity. Nodding as Vadim shared his name, the blue stag decided to introduce himself for good measure as well. “Voltaire, healer from the Day Court.” He nodded briskly to Somnus, offering a stoic sort of grin. It was as happy as you’d see him, really – for Voltaire was not one to show much emotion, particularly when it related to his own happiness. Still, it was hard not to feel the joy at a day such a this, and he allowed himself to relax and let the strains of cheerful music reach him, colliding with the sights and smells of the festive party.
But the spiced drinks would have to wait – he could not afford to let his mind be altered by such things, however tempting…
Day Court Caretaker
@Maxence, @Somnus, @Vadim, @Pan
