KASIL
The Dusk Court was just as he remembered her, though with the festival preparations she was wearing like a fine dress. The stallion knew in his heart that of all the places he had seen in his youth, Dusk Court was the only one that felt close enough to his heart to be called a second home. Solterra’s scorching heat and sandy dunes were too barren and desolate for him, and Denocte’s lively markets and people had proven too much for his naturally solitary heart. Dusk was Dawn’s perfect match in many ways, and he was grateful that her queen was a dear, dear friend.
His thoughts returned to the artistry before him, watching as one of the women painted an intricate rune on the face of another. He recognized it as a symbol of strength, followed by another for courage. The stallion was smiling, his face a picture of peace -- but a familiar sound drew Kasil’s attention away. He would have known her musical voice anywhere, his ears twisting in anticipation as his crown followed. He could not help the slight way that his chocolate-colored gaze narrowed, a white hot bolt of jealousy striking his heart like lightning as he watched the silver lass talk to another man. HIs mouth twisted in displeasure though he was quick to wipe it away. He had no right to be jealous -- not yet.
His gaze shifted to the male that she was speaking to, a stranger to Kasil. He looks as though he needs a good meal and as if he were caught in the same storm that Kasil had trudged through. The Dawn King drew himself together, before crossing the short distance between them. His steps were a little heavy, but not lumbering -- as if he were making some silent point about his position. Posturing and he was not even thinking about it! Her coconut and vanilla scent wrapped around him like a scarf, drawing him in closer until he stood at her shoulder. He had a height advantage over both of them, and he found it a little amusing that Liesel was technically his guardian. He was not foolish enough to underestimate her, however, because he knew that she easily could overtake him. Her lithe body was hardened in ways that he was not, and he had no misconceptions about her just because of her sex.
His gaze cut to the stallion, a thin man with quite the shock of hair. He offered him a smile, though it seemed strained somehow. “That storm blew in rather quickly, didn’t it?” He murmured, his tone casual. “I’m glad you weren’t caught in it.” He turned to Liesel, briefly -- his smile much more genuine for her. “Perhaps you should see if one of the merchants might have a blanket for you, friend?” He said to the stranger. “Come on, I’ll see to it that you get something to warm you.” He nodded in the direction of the festivities, not willing to take no for an answer from the the younger stallion. “This is not the time of year that you want to catch a chill.”
@Auru @Liesel omg he’s so jealous xD
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