Come to me in the night hours
I will wait for you
In the short time Eidolon had begun acquainting himself with the locals and the hierarchy that seemed to be in place, he had discovered who the few were that were more or less in charge. It was a difficult process to get used to an entirely new set of rules, but he was finding the work amusing and a great deal interesting. He would never have thought so much personality could be displayed in one person but low and behold. Those he passed were full of life and color. Better yet, they even seemed mildly interested in him. While he would have loved to drone on about his past and the circumstances that lead up to being here, he thought it better to perhaps not speak of it. From what he gathered, arriving how he did was not a usual happenstance. While he doubted they would think too much ill of him for it, he also doubted they would believe him. How exactly did one go about proving prior divinity without a lick of proof? So for all intents and purposes, he had lived a sheltered life until then. One that kept him secluded and untrained in the ways of his court; something that was at least partially true. With that he got fewer strange looks when he asked questions most would think everyone should know.
One burning question stayed in his mind though. Over and over in whispers or casual chatter amongst friends he had caught glimpses of a name: Caligo. From what he had gathered she was this court's deity and she ruled the night. Unendingly curious he wondered who she really was, what she was about, how the deities of this land interacted with those that worshipped them. So many questions, but who to ask?
There were so few he was acquainted with as it was. No one he outright trusted or felt at ease with, but, he had heard of someone that would know the answers he sought. She was called Aislinn. Everything he had heard of her was very telling of her character: fiery, devout, and loyal among other things. A whirlwind of a mare as wild as lightning but hopelessly empathic. That was who Eidolon found himself seeking out now. To say he was nervous was an understatement, but his stubbornness had won out. He had to know. So he found himself walking the streets of this kingdom; hooves clicking loudly against the earth on the lookout for the stormbringer with constellations on her neck. It took a long while, but after some time he thought he could see her just ahead, and found himself calling out before really thinking about how to approach her, "I don't suppose you're Aislinn? He trotted forward a bit quicker, hoping his voice was enough to get her attention, "Did you have a few moments to spare?"
