In the early hours of the morning, the sun barely cresting the dessert that stretched out around the City, the Day Court was in full motion. Novus was well and truly in the grip of Summer’s burning kiss, for even as the sun lazily bathed the horizon in red the air was beginning to warm.
Helios’ destination lay at the far end of the bustling court, through busy markets and lively streets. Solterra’s citizens knew to wake before the sun, before braving the burning summer became too difficult. Though the Black Sun’s eyes roved the buildings and shadows, searching endlessly for threats and disturbances, he rather enjoyed the little strolls each morning. Since the Teryr attack Helios had made sure to patrol more often, to stand atop the high walls and watch the endless sea of sand and the bright horizon for winged forms. And of course more often to the practiced stallion meant every single morning.
And so he wandered unhurried but purposefully through the market stalls, weaving around vendors, purchasers, those going to work themselves and those simply enjoying the cool of the early morning. By this point his face was a little of a familiar site and he nodded at those who recognised him, serious but respectful as his spear was clasped to his side.
It does not take Helios long to reach the steps at the base of the wall in the far east corner, to climb the well-worn, narrow, sandstone blocks with familiar ease as he presses tightly to the shadow the towering amber wall.
As always, the desert plateaus before his eyes, endless mountains of sand leading to the Elatus Canyon and the Mors desert in the other. Giving a tight nod to the guards on duty, the soldier took up a post and stared wordlessly out at his home, keen eyes narrowed and searching.
@Orestes <3
