and all their words for glory
well they always sounded empty
well they always sounded empty
It isn't long at all until they are joined by another, barely given the time to deliberate on their next course of action. His neck bends as golden eyes shift to regard the caramel lady as she practically floats right past them, entering the maze with innocent haste. It's a peculiar change in their plans, not that one could truly plan anything going into a maze, but it's unforeseen nonetheless.
A broad grin snakes across his face, and thrusting himself forward into a lively, fluid trot, Ulric casts a cursory glance back to his worrisome friend who, amusingly so, looks downright petrified for their newest companion.
"C'mon, Twinkle Toes!" He calls amicably over his shoulder to Somnus, and with that the roan takes his first steps into the maze, keeping his wings pressed firmly against his sides as he rounds the very first corner in pursuit of the the lady Florentine.
Her eyes are smoldering from beneath the mess of her forelock when she looks back to them, and the normally unflinching Ulric finds himself to be briefly taken by them. "Ah... Ulric," he provides in answer, finally slowing his pace to an easy walk as they begin to traverse the hedged maze, going next to the right. Glancing down, he takes note of the lavender flowers that seem to fall endlessly from Florentine's lithe form, floating slowly to the ground where they serve as a path back to where they had begun.
When next they come to a decision in their path, they're met with two choices, to go either right or left. "Let's go left," he offers in suggestion, but he jumps quickly to the question that's been on his mind since he first laid eyes on the maze. "What do you suppose is even in here?"
A broad grin snakes across his face, and thrusting himself forward into a lively, fluid trot, Ulric casts a cursory glance back to his worrisome friend who, amusingly so, looks downright petrified for their newest companion.
"C'mon, Twinkle Toes!" He calls amicably over his shoulder to Somnus, and with that the roan takes his first steps into the maze, keeping his wings pressed firmly against his sides as he rounds the very first corner in pursuit of the the lady Florentine.
Her eyes are smoldering from beneath the mess of her forelock when she looks back to them, and the normally unflinching Ulric finds himself to be briefly taken by them. "Ah... Ulric," he provides in answer, finally slowing his pace to an easy walk as they begin to traverse the hedged maze, going next to the right. Glancing down, he takes note of the lavender flowers that seem to fall endlessly from Florentine's lithe form, floating slowly to the ground where they serve as a path back to where they had begun.
When next they come to a decision in their path, they're met with two choices, to go either right or left. "Let's go left," he offers in suggestion, but he jumps quickly to the question that's been on his mind since he first laid eyes on the maze. "What do you suppose is even in here?"
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