Raymond.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
Isra's beseeching eye met Raymond's as she spoke and he flicked an ear attentively her way.
He would have kept watch for the bastard beasts without her insistence, but there was some small comfort in the affirmation that his queen did not fully trust to the platitudes and assurance offered her by the night goddess. The birds might fly from Denocte, but they were no less predators for the story she'd spun them. Like him, like Calliope, they were armed and hungry, ever-hunting, ever-wandering. He tilted his head toward Isra and blinked slowly with silent understanding.
As long as their winged shadows darkened the lands of Novus, they would remain a threat. As long as they were a threat, the red stallion would be prepared to hunt them - with a lion-hearted lady at his side, no doubt.
As if on cue, Calliope advanced upon the star-marked goddess. Where Raymond approached the idea of divinity with distrust and apathy, she stood ready to accuse and demand, to hold even the gods accountable for life's injustices, and he wondered as he looked on if even the immortals might be inspired toward their greater selves by the fire and conviction that burned in her eyes.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
Isra's beseeching eye met Raymond's as she spoke and he flicked an ear attentively her way.
He would have kept watch for the bastard beasts without her insistence, but there was some small comfort in the affirmation that his queen did not fully trust to the platitudes and assurance offered her by the night goddess. The birds might fly from Denocte, but they were no less predators for the story she'd spun them. Like him, like Calliope, they were armed and hungry, ever-hunting, ever-wandering. He tilted his head toward Isra and blinked slowly with silent understanding.
As long as their winged shadows darkened the lands of Novus, they would remain a threat. As long as they were a threat, the red stallion would be prepared to hunt them - with a lion-hearted lady at his side, no doubt.
As if on cue, Calliope advanced upon the star-marked goddess. Where Raymond approached the idea of divinity with distrust and apathy, she stood ready to accuse and demand, to hold even the gods accountable for life's injustices, and he wondered as he looked on if even the immortals might be inspired toward their greater selves by the fire and conviction that burned in her eyes.
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