K A I S A R The admission of never viewing the structure only confirmed his fledgling suspicions, she was not a native. Or perhaps she was, to some of the far reaching parts of Novus that escaped the eyes of the monarchy and their loyalists. Told wild stories in her youth to never set foot near certain land for fear of an unfortunate end, the crone or storytellers aged face cast in shadows from the fire they had gathered around. Something told him it wasn't the case, but it was ever so fun to mull over the countless possibilities and answers. Like the tone of her voice, a fae so fair surely had a more musical tune. A crystalline purity and a sing song tune to make the sirens weep, rather than the raspy, thread bare notes his ears perked forward to drink in over the crackle of the torches and the whistling wind. "Then Novus shall be a pleasant surprise for you." He offered with a pull on his dark lips. Fire and ice fell on the brief glimpse of the glowing marking, drawn from his observation instead to fix on that one small snippet. It was as though he'd been given access to some small piece of her that she did not reveal often. Or perhaps she did, but here, how many knew or a doe with the light of the night caught within her countenence? He couldn't say. He said nothing, however, but his mind held fast onto that revelation. A seed of curiousity planted within the confines of his mind — ready to bloom at a later date. Unusual markings often lead to unusual stories, tales that were as outlandish as they were believable. He wanted to know about that story, he decided. However mundane it turned out to be, to bequeath such a particular imprint on the doe, it was worthy of his attention. Once upon a time, he had been a handsome stallion. Not that he had ever lost the charm, nor the handsome contours that hugged his muscled frame and sharp features, but there had been fewer scars. Less nicks and scrapes on his crown of horns, fewer strories that had managed to brand his skin with their nefarious visage. It was all the same, from the outside, each one told a story on the long road of life. Had they been given to him in times of strife where the battle had gone past war tables and now they stood shoulder to shoulder on the field of battle? An escalated argument where teeth had snapped at flesh rather than snapped words at assaulted ears? Or was it a sad tale of familial fractures? A misstep on life's game board? The mare's attention to his frame caused him to shift, her golden gaze like honey and fire, muscles flexing beneath the dented skin as he stood taller. Her attempt to hold his gaze is one he contemplates, before he silently relented and allowed them to be caught. Eyes were the gateway to the soul, a wise horse guarded his zealously for fear of a thief. What would she find in there? What would he find in hers? "Is it not?" It's an automatic response that is followed by a chuckle when the doe continued, loud, rich and impossibly deep. It echoed off of the stone walls until it was swallowed by the darkness, and in it's wake a smirk appeared. "Ah yes, a truly terrible and undignified death. Makes for a very poor obituary speech, makes for a flat delivery, you know." He mused dryly, pausing deliberately at the sight of her grin. "Or I'm very specific about what I don't miss." Kaisar retorted, her attractiveness was undeniable, and any stallion (or mare) would of had to be blind to miss her. She was right however, Kaisar was a diligent man, when set to a purpose, he was ruthless in completing it to perfection. The murmur of a loitering mare outside the grounds had reached his ears and he'd come to investigate. Her beauty had been an enjoyable discovery. "Allow me to welcome you to the Night Court and Denocte, formerly then." Head dipped in greeting, he straightened again. "I do. I and a number of the Court call this Keep home, including our Sovereign and his advisors." He replied fluidly, moving aside to present the entrance to her, a silent invitation for her to take the first step forward in joining him in the embrace of the stone walls."Would you like a tour of the grounds, and the rooms?" Would she even accept? He was a stranger, even if he had been amiable enough. There were motives and implications that came with such an ominous title, enough that it made even the most confident equine hesitate in placing any minuscule amount of trust in a face that was more shadow than light. Nevertheless, if she accepted, it would also present a prime opportunity to spend more time with the petite mare, learn more about her and who she was — what had brought her to Novus, and to Calligo's family. About the marking on her forehead and the scars which he observed had marked her iridescent coat with their smudge marks. She had danced the first steps, but would she continue the dance? "kaisar talks" TAG: @ |
