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Played by Offline Cass [PM] Posts: 5 — Threads: 2
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Dawn Court Regent
Male [He/Him/His] // Immortal [Year 495 Fall] // 16.1 hh // Hth: 14 — Atk: 6 — Exp: 10 // Active Magic: N/A // Bonded: N/A
#1

The ancients whisper, do you hear them?
~~~
Seir had been quite surprised when the boy king had asked him to be the regent of Delumine but the emotion had never appeared on his face. The antlered man had simply nodded his head once more before he’d moved through the crowd and started towards the palace. It took only a moment or two before his emerald eyes stared down a long hallway, a sigh escaping him once more.

What had he gotten himself into this time?
Seir shakes his head at the thought, a good question indeed. The stallion has managed to avoid involving himself in society for a very, very long time but before then, he’d somehow always found himself in trouble. Whether it was watching kingdoms rise and fall or seeing great dynasties disappear from history, he'd somehow always found himself in the middle of it. After his last battle with strife, he’d remained hidden from danger and drama for centuries. And now, here he was again, serving under a boy king once more; it seemed history was destined to repeat itself.

~~~

This time however, Seir can’t help but know, somewhere deep down, that this painted lad is different. He hasn’t quite decided what it is that made him so, but he is determined to understand it. Perhaps it is his honesty, or the air of kindness that seems to radiate from him but there is also something else…
Turning, the chestnut man stares out into the courtyard where the sun has begun rising on the horizon, bathing the citizens in golden light. It is very fitting for such an occasion, and a ghost of a smile appears on those quiet lips at the sight.
As the ageless being stands silently, his head held high, those verdant eyes set upon the sky, he can't help but know there is nothing that will keep him from this. Seir owes this young royal his loyalty and his council, he wishes for this kingdom to grow and thrive. The issues present in the Viride were clear to him and now he has the chance to perserve what he loves most.

~~~

There is a problem though, this boy knows what he is… and that is an entirely different issue he is planning to discuss with Ipomoea as soon as he walks through that doorway.
The eira are secret, ghosts of the forest, whispers on the breeze and he isn’t sure it is time to reveal themselves to the world...
Is he the one to make that decision?
~~~

Tags: @Ipomoea
OOC: Very excited for this c:
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Played by Offline sid [PM] Posts: 244 — Threads: 40
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Dawn Court Sovereign
Male [He/Him/His] // 6 [Year 497 Winter] // 16 hh // Hth: 45 — Atk: 35 — Exp: 77 // Active Magic: Nature Spirit // Bonded: Odet (Stellar's Jay)
#2




I P O M O E A


He isn’t sure when he stopped carrying the songbird around with him. It sits on the windowsill now, a once-favorite spot of Odet’s, bathed in the light streaming in through the opened window. Its dappled in green and gold, rosettes of color that move gently back and forth each time the trees outside sigh.

Ipomoea studies the statue now, his eyes paying close attention to each perfectly carved feather. Once he had watched it religiously, waiting for an eye to blink or a wing to twitch. Once he had been hopeful each morning, expecting to wake up and see his bonded waiting on his perch for him.

Now he rarely bothered to glance in the roost’s direction, because he already knew it would be empty.

Slowly, gently, he pushes the small statue until it gazes out over the courtyard with eyes that no longer see. In the right light it almost looked like the songbird was simply resting, pausing for only a moment before taking flight once more. There was a slight bend in his legs, like he was preparing to jump up into the air, his wings raised subtly at the shoulders, beak lifted skyward. As the days continued to pass, as more and more time spun into place between that last spring and now, Ipomoea becomes more certain that that leap will never come.

Footsteps against the marble floor bring him out of his reverie. He lifts his head in time to see the antlered man stepping through the door, and a smile instinctively welcomes him.

“Seir. Come in, come in,” he murmurs, and without looking back at the small stone statue, he turns to greet the man. Even now he still was not sure what had made him choose this stranger - just as he still was not sure what had made the stranger choose to say yes. But neither did the thought worry him. “We have much to talk about.”

There are questions buzzing in his mind, begging to be asked - but for now, he holds them at bay. At the large walnut desk he pours two glasses of water and then, while drinking from one, offers the other to the chestnut.

“How are you? Settling in well enough, I hope?” His smile, while warm, does not quite reach his eyes.




@Seir i was replying to a completely different thread and then this happened
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Played by Offline Cass [PM] Posts: 5 — Threads: 2
Signos: 50
Dawn Court Regent
Male [He/Him/His] // Immortal [Year 495 Fall] // 16.1 hh // Hth: 14 — Atk: 6 — Exp: 10 // Active Magic: N/A // Bonded: N/A
#3

The ancients whisper, do you hear them?

~~~


The antlered man was walking down the hall as soon as the crowd dispersed. Seir asks a servant where he can find their sovereign and he finds himself much deeper in the palace as he searches for Ipomoea.
The sound of his cloven hooves clopping on the marble floor is a lonely echo. This place seems so quiet… almost as if it had fallen into a deep slumber. How long had Delumine been in this state? Should he have come here much sooner? Has he been ignorant to the nation’s struggles that had just began leaking into the forest?
~~~

Seir sighs as he approaches the doorway and his emerald eyes fall upon the boy king.
"Seir. Come in, come in.”
The stallion’s antlered crown dips for a moment, a significant movement for Seir, a sign of respect for the boy, as the young man’s words reach him.
"We have much to talk about.”
They did have much to discuss, especially the state of their kingdom as a whole.
When Ipomoea offers him a glass of water, he accepts it and takes a sip, not wanting to offend the king.

"How are you? Settling in well enough, I hope?”
The flower child asks with a seeming forced smile; Seir’s ageless eyes do not miss it, but he chooses to ignore what he has no say in, and for the first time in a very long time, he speaks.
“It’s much different from the forest,” he simply states, his own voice sounds foreign to him, quiet but strong. How long had it been since he’s spoken? Years?
“But I’ve lived in many places such as this, I should settle in time,” Seir comments to Ipomoea but also as a reassurance to himself. It has been centuries since he’s left the woods and yes, he misses it, of course, but he now has a duty to their kingdom.

“Tell me child, what ails Delumine?” the godling asks, his head tilted slightly to the side as if he ponders the question himself. He does not mean to offend the boy for calling him young but compared to Seir’s long life, there just isn’t a word more fitting.
Of course he would never call the sovereign such a thing in front of an audience but here, he simply does not think of it.

~~~

Tags: @Ipomoea
OOC: Sorry, this feels so awkward lol







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Played by Offline sid [PM] Posts: 244 — Threads: 40
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Dawn Court Sovereign
Male [He/Him/His] // 6 [Year 497 Winter] // 16 hh // Hth: 45 — Atk: 35 — Exp: 77 // Active Magic: Nature Spirit // Bonded: Odet (Stellar's Jay)
#4




I P O M O E A


The man standing before him was one of few words - but his eyes spoke for him. Seir was quiet in a way that was fitting for a scholar of Dawn. But it was not the sleepy, disenchanted way the rest of the Court had seemed since his return.

Seir’s quiet was like the quiet of the trees, the space between birdsongs. And the pale golden glow he carried upon one antler felt like he was bringing the forest into the citadel with him, like the dapples on his back had been wrought from the sun streaming through the leaves. And the miniature sun trapped in his lantern brought light to the entire room.

“That it is,” he murmured in response. He could see the forest from the windows - it was never far, although here in the Court it could often feel far removed - it was there now, waiting for him. He wondered how many unicorns were wandering its twisted paths, and how many of them left a dark trail behind them.

“Let me know if you need anything, you have only to ask.” He lifts his head slightly, turning back to the other stallion.

Tell me child, what ails Delumine? 

Ipomoea sighs, setting his glass back down on the desk. “I wish there was an easy answer,” he says softly, meeting Seir’s gaze. “To most of Novus, Delumine seems perfectly fine, and the quiet is easy to write off as our studious nature.”

At this he laughs, and the sound is soft and choking, a sob disguised by humor. Inside his heart is shaking like a leaf hanging on to the end of its branch, left behind by all the other leaves that have already been blown off.

“But they weren’t always this way. To me this kind of quiet sounds more like death than anything else. Like the joy and excitement that gives us reason for being here has all but vanished.”

He stops abruptly, glancing quickly back at his new Regent. “Some might call me crazy or say I’m imagining it.” But he lifts his chin higher, and there’s a hard edge to his bright cherry eyes.

As if he’s daring the other stallion to agree with him, or begging him to not.




@Seir 
”here am i!“







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Played by Offline Cass [PM] Posts: 5 — Threads: 2
Signos: 50
Dawn Court Regent
Male [He/Him/His] // Immortal [Year 495 Fall] // 16.1 hh // Hth: 14 — Atk: 6 — Exp: 10 // Active Magic: N/A // Bonded: N/A
#5

The ancients whisper, do you hear them?

~~~

The stallion’s eyes move towards the window and he loses himself for a moment in the beauty beyond the capitol. The fog had lifted and the brilliance of Delumine became clear to him. The vast forest goes on an on, reaching towards the horizon and his heart ached for the home he’d left behind. Somewhere far north, the Viride sits, quiet and undisturbed, the massive trees whispering their secrets to a whimsical breeze.

Seir sighs as the boy’s words reach him, pulling him from the depths of his own mind.
“That it is.”
Ipomoea states, his eyes also focusing on the trees out the windows as he had just moments before.
“Let me know if you need anything, you have only to ask.”
The king continues, his crimson gaze returning to reality and to Seir. The ageless creature only nods in thanks, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his maw.

“I wish there was an easy answer.”
The painted royal speaks again, his voice withdrawn, gentle and quiet as he looks directly at Seir. Seir tilts his head as the youngling continues.
"To most of Novus, Delumine seems perfectly fine, and the quiet is easy to write off as our studious nature.”
Seir nods slowly as the other stallion begins laughing, the older beast narrows his eyes for a moment, trying to understand this outburst. He can only assume the king wishes to hide his sorrow behind laughter? For he knows Ipomoea would never make light of such things.

“But they weren’t always this way. To me this kind of quiet sounds more like death than anything else. Like the joy and excitement that gives us reason for being here has all but vanished.”
The immortal’s emerald eyes brighten at the statement and he nods, his agreement clear.
“Some might call me crazy or say I’m imagining it.”
The antlered beast simply shakes his head at this and anguish fills his heart as he directs his knowledge towards the Sovereign.

“You do not imagine these things,” Seir admits, his voice laced with a soft kindness, reassurance for the boy king.
“I have felt these things, it has leaked into the forest,” the flaxen man explains quietly.
“The trees have grown quiet and stilled. It was then that I realized that there was something very wrong,” he pauses for a moment, considering his next words.
“It is the reason why I travelled here, it is why I want to help you,” Seir admits, his voice clear and full of nothing but honesty.
It was true, they needed to do something. The dullness that had settled over their kingdom was frightening and he fears what could come of it.
“I have seen kingdoms wither away into nothing because they ignored such things” the godling points out as he recalls those faraway places.

“You are very wise to realize the importance of this and we must act, we must bring life back into Delumine or it will disappear like fog in the morning sun,” Seir concludes, his verdant eyes settling on the boy king once more, his expression tender. There was nothing he wanted more than to help this fledgling royal, to bring more to Dawn and redefine their culture.
“How do you wish to act first?” the immortal asks, his head tilting once more, eyes twinkling as he considers the many possibilities.

~~~

"Speaking."



OOC: yay!
Tags: @Ipomoea






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