[P] light of the seven.

[Zaius]

 

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The walls of the keep were painted with ivy, the stubborn vines weaving across the bricks walls with some kind of unknown fervor. The castle itself, on the outside, seemed a bit dilapidated and worn. It needed some TLC, that was for sure, but it wasn’t a dump. This place was nothing compared to the cloud kingdom from which he had hailed. The palace in Cirrus had been so vast, one could get lost and never be seen again. His father had a menagerie of servants, women and bastard children that always kept the courtyards and corridors colorful with life. 

A sigh escaped the painted stallion’s mouth, the air rushed past his lips with an undertone of heartbreak. He had lost so much when he’d fallen and though it had been voluntary, he missed the winds of Cirrus but the loss of his mother made his heart ache the most. 

He found himself lost within the halls of the castle, the sound of his steps echoed off the walls. It was quiet here and the silence filled his head as his thoughts began to bounce around within his skull. But, it was not long before he found an interesting corridor to distract him. The stairs led down, the darkness enticing as curiosity tugged at him. Each step was a drop in a still puddle, the sound reverberated all around, down the stairs and behind him. 

Suddenly, he was upon a part of the castle that he had not expected to find, the catacombs. The impressive brute was still for a moment before he continued forward, he took in all that was around him quietly. It wasn’t long, however, before another creature came into view. A unicorn, surrounded by books, lost in the wonders of the pages. The text must have her enthralled as the pages flipped here and there.
He moved closer, his wings folded against him, the feathers kept him warm in the chill of the darkness.
“Anything good there?” he asked, an inquisitive expression upon his handsome face, truly curious of the stranger. 

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@Nimue @Kasil