IT MUST BE LONELY
when you're up there looking down
He's beginning to wonder if he should get a bird of his own . Maybe a flock of them , if only to pester this specific bird . But he's certain if he does , she'll catch them all on fire and that would be the end of that . He could thank her for dropping the letter , rather than keeping it up in her beak , or just handing it to him . He has a feeling if he tries to reach for it from her at any given point , she might actually peck his good eye out of his skull . So dropping it on his throne is just fine with him , he doesn't really care . It isn't as if he shuts himself away to read books somewhere or anything like that . He isn't the studying type .
So instead he picks up the letter and reads over it almost lazily , head tilted , eye focusing , before he wanders off to get back to his desk with a smirk and write back . It isn't long before he's back with his own letter . There is no seal , not a proper one , because he doesn't have one made just yet . He hasn't thought that far ahead . A seal to stand for himself ? Never . He doesn't know what could represent him .
So off he lets the bird go , before taking comfort in the throne again , idly speaking with what remains of his court , so he can begin his festivities . So he can begin his hunt .
He has no fear of what he plans to do with his coronation , nor what what he has to do when he goes to meet with the Denocte Queen , by himself . He knows what he'll be stepping into , because he too , was one of those people . On the edge of Solterra . It isn't as if he himself is one of the fancy nobles that stood in gilded housing with a silver spoon . He's never been one for politics and suffering . He knows too much about the blood in the sands , too much of it his own .
He's suffered here himself .
"I think I can find the time in my schedule .
Maybe some point next week ? We'll meet then in Denocte . I'll be at the gates ."
So instead he picks up the letter and reads over it almost lazily , head tilted , eye focusing , before he wanders off to get back to his desk with a smirk and write back . It isn't long before he's back with his own letter . There is no seal , not a proper one , because he doesn't have one made just yet . He hasn't thought that far ahead . A seal to stand for himself ? Never . He doesn't know what could represent him .
So off he lets the bird go , before taking comfort in the throne again , idly speaking with what remains of his court , so he can begin his festivities . So he can begin his hunt .
He has no fear of what he plans to do with his coronation , nor what what he has to do when he goes to meet with the Denocte Queen , by himself . He knows what he'll be stepping into , because he too , was one of those people . On the edge of Solterra . It isn't as if he himself is one of the fancy nobles that stood in gilded housing with a silver spoon . He's never been one for politics and suffering . He knows too much about the blood in the sands , too much of it his own .
He's suffered here himself .
"I think I can find the time in my schedule .
Maybe some point next week ? We'll meet then in Denocte . I'll be at the gates ."
@Israfel
