[P] Heart Afire

[Isorath]

I S O R A T H — you will ache as I ache— tenderly, tragically, beautifully. He's not sure how long he'd stood there, before the quiet song Denocte often sang, one filled with music on the wind and low hum of voices enraptured by the night, was shattered by the arrival of another. Wrapped in his own thoughts and comforted by the turn of the moon charm in his teke's careful cradle, the faint smell of jasmine and woodsmoke which seemed to linger even when the Monarch did not. It almost overpowered the scent of lavender and vanilla which perfumed his hair and skin. 'Welcome, Stranger, to Calligo’s realm' The wispy tendrils of his teke released the moon charm from it's willowy grip as lilac's immediately slid to meet the stranger's brilliant ruby ones. Instinctively, his face slipped into one of neutrality, frame angling itself to appear elegantly poised as his scaled tail coiled around his hocks. Silence lasted but a moment before Isorath dipped his own head to return the greeting, all fluid grace as his neck arched and tendrils of spun starlight slid forward to hang around his face in soft curls. Court etiquette was as much a part of him as the songs of Dragon's and Magic was, carved into his bones and very essence. It's a safe dance, one that pulls him easily away from his troubled thoughts and warring soul, like slipping into his favorite cloak and gilded bridle. "May Calligo shroud you in shadow, and illuminate your way, Regent." He replied silkily, his accent heavy and sultry on his words, distinctly Taeryn with not an ounce of regret. Unlike the Regent, he has no qualms in flicking his jewelled gaze to dance along the other's sturdy frame, over the bloodied birthmark and tangles of coal black hair braided and left to their own wants and whims. Stopping short at the long crowns he'd been blessed with, the Sages gaze returned easily enough to the ruby tinted one as a polite smile ghosted over his pale maw. He had heard of the elusive Regent in passing, yet had never had the opportunity to see him. Denocte and her shadowy citizens had a knack for not being seen until they wanted to be. "Isorath, Sage of the Dusk Court." He added after a moment, head tilted to give the throne a sparing glance before setting back on his new found company. "I've been here awhile, mostly wrapped up in the Library and it's books, I've come to learn of Calligo and her people to add to Vespera's own knowledge." While it had proven to be an enlightening experience, the vastness of the library and it's wealth of information, as well as the quiet but pleasant company of their champion. It had quickly become one that had tied him emotionally to the place that was supposed to be temporary. Shadow strings decorated in stars now wrapped between his ribs and held fast to the four walls that had quickly become a home. "How are you this night, Regent Lord?" TAG: @Camdis NOTES: "this here is your speech colour!