ORION
exiled prince
They had been given a week to prepare for the summit, and in that time, the Emissary had delved in to the library, plucking out books of all sorts that dealt with deities. For all his teachings and living in a political life, nothing had really been taught to him about gods. How was one to greet them without seeming like a grovelling mortal, in awe of their divinity? He had buried himself in those books for a few days, and in the end, concluded that they should of course be respected, and in turn, treated as if they were of the utmost prestigious lands.
With the knowledge in mind, he made his way with the rest of Delumine, and he was well aware of Somnus' closeness with a woman at his side that he fleetingly knew as Eulalie. The thought was smothered, and he turned his gaze toward the gates instead, keenly interested as the mighty doors opened and a hush fell over the crowd. It was time, it seemed, and he passed through the wooden threshold with his sovereign and regent, taking slow steps.
All the same, he did keep himself a half step further to the side than the others, a gut reaction to not be touched at this moment, even by the simplest gestures of feathers or wings. Orion kept himself composed, head lifted as he studied the statue before them, the glow and movements of rocks as his milky eyes observed. It was hushed, and he exhaled as his head bowed sightly. Tempus, he had learned.
It was beyond anything he could have ever imagined himself, meeting a god. If he were not humble, it would have humbled him just to be in the presence of the father of gods. As it were, he gave his bow in greeting, and lifted his head, wondering if Tempus knew who they all were. After all, a deity would know a lot, wouldn't they?
With the knowledge in mind, he made his way with the rest of Delumine, and he was well aware of Somnus' closeness with a woman at his side that he fleetingly knew as Eulalie. The thought was smothered, and he turned his gaze toward the gates instead, keenly interested as the mighty doors opened and a hush fell over the crowd. It was time, it seemed, and he passed through the wooden threshold with his sovereign and regent, taking slow steps.
All the same, he did keep himself a half step further to the side than the others, a gut reaction to not be touched at this moment, even by the simplest gestures of feathers or wings. Orion kept himself composed, head lifted as he studied the statue before them, the glow and movements of rocks as his milky eyes observed. It was hushed, and he exhaled as his head bowed sightly. Tempus, he had learned.
It was beyond anything he could have ever imagined himself, meeting a god. If he were not humble, it would have humbled him just to be in the presence of the father of gods. As it were, he gave his bow in greeting, and lifted his head, wondering if Tempus knew who they all were. After all, a deity would know a lot, wouldn't they?
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