[P] the need to serve [adonai]

[Galileo]

Galileo

they do not tell you
that icarus laughed as he fell;

Earth and heaven could not stop his determination.

After his fight with Saoirse, he had returned to his home -- if it could really be called that. The canyons served their purpose well, protecting him from predators and others. But the fight, and moreover, the party, had reminded him that being away from the bustle of courtly life was not all it was cracked up to be. Galileo had never done "being alone" well; his whole childhood had been built towards serving his family, his country, and his army -- never serving himself.

Old habits die hard, and he when he had fought the skilled warrior Saoirse, he'd felt something come back alight inside him, like an ember blown upon with gentle breath. It had flickered at first, unsure of itself, and it had been dampened by the multiple hits he'd received from the mare. That was something he wasn't used to. He had blamed it on age, of fear of being laughed at. But truthfully, it was something deeper, something less physical, less tangible.

Now, with a win under his belt, his confidence has sparked again. As he'd paced in his canyon-home, he'd considered his options carefully (which in itself was very unlike the stallion). If he was totally honest with himself, he had thought that after all he had been through, he would go to his homeland. Turn himself in, serve his time in jail... and be reprimanded by his father. Those things, of course, had not called to him, but the consideration that he could be reunited with his mother and sister (if they were still alive) tugged on his heart strings. But he was hesitant. How could he bring himself to face those he disappointed? No, that wasn't the answer. 

Grasping desperately at what he wants, what he needs to begin healing again, he reflects on his history. But it is the future that he intends to pave, something new and never seen before, a destiny forged of his own accord.

A place to call home and a king to serve is all he desires. 

He is not sure where to find Adonai, but he knows where to start. Racing back to the Day Court stronghold, he huffs as he catches his breath in the courtyard, his hooves clipping the ground as he dodges the common folk. Nobody seems to recognise him, nobody remembers the oak tree that fought only the other week. 

This was a conversation that needed to be had. Galileo needed to learn if there was potential for him here, potential to serve.

"Adonai!" 

He bellows the sun-kissed king's name out as he enters some kind of large room inside the palace. It is almost empty, save for a few servants who look up and give him a judgemental look. Turning to one of them, he speaks again.

"Where is the king? I must speak with him." He urges, spurring the servant on to be quick, to deliver the stallion to his presence.


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@Adonai

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