"Aaaaannnnhhgghhhhhuuuhhh"
The stallion groaned happily as he pressed himself against the delicious warmth of the Day Court palace's outer wall, the stone heated from the midday sun. While, of course, his stubborn nature would prevent him from admitting whatsoever so anyone else that he was enjoying himself while at another court's capitol, he couldn't deny that the sunlight was heavenly upon his sore muscles. From the moment he had claimed the Night Court as his home and taken the demi-goddess into his heart, the stallion had been following the tug of the oh-so-mysterious relic. The insofar fruitless search was one that tugged him every which way, forcing him to explore each and every corner of the land without reprieve.
Not that he minded.
In fact, the Exile King had felt a thrumming in his veins since his first step of the hunt, an exhilaration that made him feel awake, alive, maybe even a little bit happy.
A small grin toyed at the edges of his lips as his eyes slid closed, relishing in the heat and in the softness of the sands beneath his hooves. If the Day Court didn't consist of a bunch of happy-go-luckies, the stallion may have been glad enough to claim it as his own, but he fit into the workings of the Night Court like a missing piece, sliding into place without resistance and without strife. Still, he wondered at the lives of other courts, wondered if they had libraries, if they loved their children and their own, if they were like everyone else or if each kingdom was a world unto itself.
The stallion groaned happily as he pressed himself against the delicious warmth of the Day Court palace's outer wall, the stone heated from the midday sun. While, of course, his stubborn nature would prevent him from admitting whatsoever so anyone else that he was enjoying himself while at another court's capitol, he couldn't deny that the sunlight was heavenly upon his sore muscles. From the moment he had claimed the Night Court as his home and taken the demi-goddess into his heart, the stallion had been following the tug of the oh-so-mysterious relic. The insofar fruitless search was one that tugged him every which way, forcing him to explore each and every corner of the land without reprieve.
Not that he minded.
In fact, the Exile King had felt a thrumming in his veins since his first step of the hunt, an exhilaration that made him feel awake, alive, maybe even a little bit happy.
A small grin toyed at the edges of his lips as his eyes slid closed, relishing in the heat and in the softness of the sands beneath his hooves. If the Day Court didn't consist of a bunch of happy-go-luckies, the stallion may have been glad enough to claim it as his own, but he fit into the workings of the Night Court like a missing piece, sliding into place without resistance and without strife. Still, he wondered at the lives of other courts, wondered if they had libraries, if they loved their children and their own, if they were like everyone else or if each kingdom was a world unto itself.
