there are many paths to tread
He was late to the party, unsurprisingly. “Business” had kept him… preoccupied, for a time.
But this was a meeting he was not going to miss.
He slips the ring into place on his horn, shivering as his body disappears from sight. When he looks down at where his feet ought to be, only empty space greets his searching eyes.
A smile slides into place on his lips, a smile no one else would ever see.
Toulouse is careful to tread quietly; the stone floor could quickly give him away, if someone were to notice the hoofbeats that seemed to have no source. He moves only when others move, staying close beside them but careful to not get too close. It’s slow going, but finally, finally, he arrives in the hall where everyone has gathered, lurking in the shadows near the back, invisible but listening.
“I am your new king now.” A series of gasps and agitated whispers take over the crowd, stunned faces staring up at the silver man. Toulouse makes not a noise, hardly daring to breathe. But he lifts his eyes up to the ghost who claims the crown, and for a wild, reckless second, as Raum’s eyes pass over the spot where Toulouse stood, he has the sudden urge to tear the ring from his horn and reveal himself.
- But he doesn’t.
Seraphina was dead. The golden man hadn’t known her well; for most of his time in Solterra, she had been questionably absent, leaving him to wonder if the Day Court had a true queen at all. But the surprised looks and hurried murmurs of the crowd around him speaks for the rest of the Court.
His smile grows as the tension in the room boils.
Finally, the boring land of sand and sun he’d found himself in was becoming somewhat interesting.
idk what this is but here's a lurking toulouse
