it's dark, there's no need for lights
when the fire in his eyes burns so bright
For a man ruling the Court of Night, I see a lot of sunrises...
The thought wafted through his head like smoke in the early morning. Sleep escaped him — though that was nothing new. He was a man bursting with life and laughter, and sleep took too much time away from the important things in life.
This morning he had risen early simply to feel the coolness of the air on his skin, where soon the sun would blaze and warm the sleeping city. Soon he would open the Gates and they would rejoice, for none of Caligo's people liked being held within the walls. Most of them were travellers, wanderers and gypsies with a fierce need for open air. Still, the Gates closing had not been all for naught.. tensions had cooled and citizens had stepped up to the plate to fulfil their roles in society with new vigour.
A flutter of darkness caught his argent eye and Reichenbach started slightly as a gleaming raven landed before him. The bird was unnaturally dark, as if it absorbed light rather than reflected it... it reminded him starkly of the tale he had been telling Moira only days before of Ulla and her raven skin.
Reichenbach raised a brow at the bird, coming to a complete stop before the sharp eyed creature.
"You will come."
His brows only lifted higher as the parchment hovered before him, his keen eyes picking the words apart curiously. His eyes lifted to the raven as he dipped his head in acknowledgement, then turned and strode purposefully inside to find his Regent and Emissary.
The thought wafted through his head like smoke in the early morning. Sleep escaped him — though that was nothing new. He was a man bursting with life and laughter, and sleep took too much time away from the important things in life.
This morning he had risen early simply to feel the coolness of the air on his skin, where soon the sun would blaze and warm the sleeping city. Soon he would open the Gates and they would rejoice, for none of Caligo's people liked being held within the walls. Most of them were travellers, wanderers and gypsies with a fierce need for open air. Still, the Gates closing had not been all for naught.. tensions had cooled and citizens had stepped up to the plate to fulfil their roles in society with new vigour.
A flutter of darkness caught his argent eye and Reichenbach started slightly as a gleaming raven landed before him. The bird was unnaturally dark, as if it absorbed light rather than reflected it... it reminded him starkly of the tale he had been telling Moira only days before of Ulla and her raven skin.
Reichenbach raised a brow at the bird, coming to a complete stop before the sharp eyed creature.
"You will come."
His brows only lifted higher as the parchment hovered before him, his keen eyes picking the words apart curiously. His eyes lifted to the raven as he dipped his head in acknowledgement, then turned and strode purposefully inside to find his Regent and Emissary.
