[AW] The Songs That Souls Sing

[Camdis]

Camdis was as recovered as he could hope to be since his... hibernation. 

Having regained most of the weight that he had lost with only a few stone of muscle and fat left to recover, the Regent felt that it was finally time to return to the throne room, to attempt a debut where he could actually use his position as Regent for something other than being a well read recluse. It was interesting, his brush with death was something that had only weakened him for a few weeks, his body recovering with a seemingly preternatural swiftness that neither he nor the nurses that had attended him were willing to comment on. For him, it was something that he had yet to accept - that he had been weakened to the point of a mewling babe by that selfsame presence that he had decided was either Calligo or her shade. It wasn't something that he knew how to discuss or begin to understand, but the stallion had an inkling that he was to be a part of some larger scheme, that he was potentially more than just a plaything for the gods.

Maybe he was more of a game piece now; less of a frivolity and more of a necessity. 
But such musings he must keep to himself. 

The soft shushing of his lengthy mane and tail along the stone floors of the throne room served as a quiet welcome, the scent of incense and melted beeswax permeating the grand space with ease. Moving so as to position himself in front of the dais that was reserved for Reichenbach, Camdis only allowed himself a short moment to consider where his dear friend could be - he hadn't seen hide nor hair of him during his stay in the infirmary, and he hadn't heard of any activity from Raglan despite the hastily scribbled note that the lad had left upon their shared desk; Maxence is vanished. Solterra sits without a Sovereign, a fruit ripe for the taking.

Now was as good a time to discuss that as any, Camdis supposed.