It was rather fun for the lad to watch the changes in Camdis Lohir's demeanor depending on where he was and who he was with. Raglan's shrewd opal eyes had learned much of the generally cranky young stallion's behavior in the short time that they had been paired. Often, he wondered at what had made the male such a rough figure at such a young age - only a year or two older than Raglan himself - but he refused to ask the Regent and he couldn't glean an answer from petty glances and careful breaths. Despite this, though, the lad had grown a soft spot for the scarlet stained man; he was kind to Raglan and never asked of him something that the boy may not be comfortable with.
It was an odd sensation, to be trusted and valued among those that he did not rescue from the cobbles and smoke of the city. Rather, Camdis and Reichenbach had flipped the tables, rescuing the yearling and the rest of the Crows from poverty and filth, placing them among jewels and wealth and giving them a purpose beyond survival.
So as he escorted Camdis from the library and into the marketplace, their silence comfortable and familiar, the Silvertongue did not pull away or flinch when his feathers brushed against the Regent's side. The pair slowed to stand beside the Orphan King, Camdis' face breaking into a grin and his eyes brightening more and more every second. A small smile of his own began to stir upon Raglan's features, dark lips curling at the prospect of the heat and adoration that grew between the two stallions; in any other position, the pair would have probably acted upon their feelings, but it seemed that each of them were blinded by their sense of duty and could not see what was plainly before them.
Such a pity, unrequited love.
Ears perking as he heard his name fall from Camdis' tongue, Raglan worked to keep his expression neutral as his guardian discussed his suspicions. It was an effort not to defend himself, to protest his obvious guilt, but the boy dared not say a word in front of the First Crow - Reichenbach would know, just as he always knew, so there was no point in denying it. Instead, the youth let his jeweled eyes wander across the crowd, gaze catching on a pegasus mare shooting into the sky, a silver haired lass chatting with a comically small stallion... All things that were to be expected within the Court of Dreams and Smoke.
Yet, where were the Crows? Where were the children of shadows that lurked beneath the gaze of watchers unseen and unknown? Where were the true Children of Denocte?
It was an odd sensation, to be trusted and valued among those that he did not rescue from the cobbles and smoke of the city. Rather, Camdis and Reichenbach had flipped the tables, rescuing the yearling and the rest of the Crows from poverty and filth, placing them among jewels and wealth and giving them a purpose beyond survival.
So as he escorted Camdis from the library and into the marketplace, their silence comfortable and familiar, the Silvertongue did not pull away or flinch when his feathers brushed against the Regent's side. The pair slowed to stand beside the Orphan King, Camdis' face breaking into a grin and his eyes brightening more and more every second. A small smile of his own began to stir upon Raglan's features, dark lips curling at the prospect of the heat and adoration that grew between the two stallions; in any other position, the pair would have probably acted upon their feelings, but it seemed that each of them were blinded by their sense of duty and could not see what was plainly before them.
Such a pity, unrequited love.
Ears perking as he heard his name fall from Camdis' tongue, Raglan worked to keep his expression neutral as his guardian discussed his suspicions. It was an effort not to defend himself, to protest his obvious guilt, but the boy dared not say a word in front of the First Crow - Reichenbach would know, just as he always knew, so there was no point in denying it. Instead, the youth let his jeweled eyes wander across the crowd, gaze catching on a pegasus mare shooting into the sky, a silver haired lass chatting with a comically small stallion... All things that were to be expected within the Court of Dreams and Smoke.
Yet, where were the Crows? Where were the children of shadows that lurked beneath the gaze of watchers unseen and unknown? Where were the true Children of Denocte?
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