RENWICK
The lake always seemed to attract souls. Those who were lost, those who looked for answers, and those who simply came to watch the sky paint it's mirror-like face in all the colors of the Gods. The ebb and flow of Calligo's realm often weaved around Vitreus, and like many, Renwick's soul hadn't resisted the indescrible pull in his soul toward the place. It too had stood at the edges of that mirror, what seemed like a lifetime ago, bleeding and wounded. It's ichor had bled down his chest and dripped into those crystal waters, tainting the waters as it frothed and bubbled in his grief and anger. Those stars had seen his tears, the Dusk had parted to give him the Night and it's solitude, Calligo's cold but comforting embrace.
The sun had seen his grin, too, when he'd pulled himself closed, and worn his scars with pride. Dawn had greeted him like an old friend, and had lifted him upward until he had thundered across those shoreline beneath the gaze of the Sun.
But there is no sorrow or joy which brought him down to the Lake today. He'd simply allowed that tether in his soul to pull him forward. With flowers wrapped around the messy curls of his hair, the scent of vanilla and lavender rolling off his skin in gentle waves as the wind whipped around his frame. The gilded night glinted in the light of dawn, illuminated in the soft warmth of his colors, dapples winking in and out of existence beneath the shadows of branches until they could not reach him.
Maybe there had been a reason, and she is silver. The color of the mountain's precious ore, the silken mist off of the ocean, the ardent fog which rolled from the tallest peak. Blessed with white flames for hair, illuminating those piercing sapphire gemstones of hers. Oh his soul has been struck, kicked with a blow made to splinter shields and wind the unprepared. A vision that had lingered, even after they had parted ways. His mind turned this way and that, but it always came back to her.
But his thoughts are interrupted with the presence of another. Renwick isn't surprised to find another soul here, as the Lake carefully revealed her treasures to him the closer he drew. The lost and the found who she collected and listened to with eager ears and offered silent comfort in return. This one is silver too, but her curls are the color of canyons scorched beneath Solis' magnificence. Beaten copper and polished bronze. Her eyes remind him much of his own, a fathomless silver. There are depths there in those shades many cannot discern from one glance alone.
"A pleasant morning, isn't it?" He greeted, his britone warm and charmismatic and he stilled at the water's edge. Silver eyes cast themselves over the lake, as it displayed Oriens' pastel banners and vivid declarations as Calligo withdrew her own for another day. "I always like visiting here when I'm nearby, the Lake always seems to clear the mind, helps you find answers you seek." Renwick commented idly, thoughtfully as his head tilted once more to regard the mare.
TAG; @Rhoswen
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