ULRIC
Swept up by his duty, serving an endless patrol that he was proud to uphold, Ulric had spared himself little time for friends and relaxation. Delumine itself had been quiet since the day he'd arrived, and from what he could tell nothing seemed bent on changing that any time soon. It was nice, this peace, as it was something the roan had never had the chance to grow accustomed to, but he feared what might happen if he turned his back on the borders for too long.
The Warden could speak endlessly on the possibilities of what might and could happen, how there would always be treachery and war, but not today, for today was his best friend's birthday, and Ulric would do absolutely anything for the man of gold - including step away from his post for the day.
As the darkness of night melted away and was replaced by a myriad of brilliant color, Ulric made his way into the citadel after a failed attempt at finding Somnus anywhere outside. Knowing him, he was either nose-deep in a novel or kicking off the day with his own set of tasks, whatever those even were now that he had been made Regent.
It was the frantic departure of a page from one of the rooms, his scent thick with the bitter smell of coffee, that drew Ulric to the room where Somnus lay. With a tap of his hoof against the cobblestone floor, the silver warrior peeked his head into the entrance, his gilded eyes merry and radiant. But just as the man drew a breath to speak, something caught his eye and he stopped himself short. Who he saw before him was not the Somnus he had always known - warm, sharp, timley and prepared to face whatever the world decided to throw at him next - but perhaps this time, it had thrown too much at him?
With notable hesitation Ulric took a step further inside, brows furrowed with blatant confusion wrought across his dark facade. "Apologies, for intruding." But honestly, if something truly was amiss in his friend, particularly on his birthday, then he was glad to have intruded. "I just came to wish you well on your birthday. It dawned on me a couple weeks ago that it was coming up." He remembered a time in the past when they had celebrated it, but that had been back when they resided in Vhallen. Then, attempting to pry into the real question at hand, the Warden continued. "Hope you're not feeling ill today of all days, Twinkle Toes. I've got the whole day planned out."
The Warden could speak endlessly on the possibilities of what might and could happen, how there would always be treachery and war, but not today, for today was his best friend's birthday, and Ulric would do absolutely anything for the man of gold - including step away from his post for the day.
As the darkness of night melted away and was replaced by a myriad of brilliant color, Ulric made his way into the citadel after a failed attempt at finding Somnus anywhere outside. Knowing him, he was either nose-deep in a novel or kicking off the day with his own set of tasks, whatever those even were now that he had been made Regent.
It was the frantic departure of a page from one of the rooms, his scent thick with the bitter smell of coffee, that drew Ulric to the room where Somnus lay. With a tap of his hoof against the cobblestone floor, the silver warrior peeked his head into the entrance, his gilded eyes merry and radiant. But just as the man drew a breath to speak, something caught his eye and he stopped himself short. Who he saw before him was not the Somnus he had always known - warm, sharp, timley and prepared to face whatever the world decided to throw at him next - but perhaps this time, it had thrown too much at him?
With notable hesitation Ulric took a step further inside, brows furrowed with blatant confusion wrought across his dark facade. "Apologies, for intruding." But honestly, if something truly was amiss in his friend, particularly on his birthday, then he was glad to have intruded. "I just came to wish you well on your birthday. It dawned on me a couple weeks ago that it was coming up." He remembered a time in the past when they had celebrated it, but that had been back when they resided in Vhallen. Then, attempting to pry into the real question at hand, the Warden continued. "Hope you're not feeling ill today of all days, Twinkle Toes. I've got the whole day planned out."
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