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03-15-2014, 01:31 AM
StormBringer  From his mantle, the King departs, a smile on his lips for the Queen he leaves to make her own decision. It is a smile that promises his return to her side. For now, he seeks someone else, desiring a privacy that the two had only had once before, when Kaj had been condemned and despairing. The King searches for his new Spectre, eyes moving across the faces that turn towards him, giving smiles and nods to those who meet his gaze. It is not hard to find him, and Kaj switches pace, twisting on heel to shift his path towards the ex-Prince. Now, he belongs to the Council of the Edge. The past is forgotten, wiped away in a blur Kaj will never hold against any of his subjects. Smile melts like honey across his pale golden face, wings shuffling softly to avoid rudely bumping his subjects aside. It feels odd to call them such, for they are his brethren, and he is not accustomed to feeling anything but equal to them- even as a Captain. Doubts it will stop feeling odd for a while at least. But those are the least of his worries, and the ones that do prevail are ignored in favor of the newly crowned Spectre he approaches. A nod of head is given, but a kindly smile sweetens the ceremonial gesture. They were both stags of similar upbringing, it was merely a matter of respect, a motion to go through before their more private relationship could trump the situation and breach the rank gap. Instead of stopping to address him face to face he extends a cream wing, aiming to brush any part of Quilyan, perhaps his shoulder or flank, to convey the message that he did not want to stop and chat where all could hear. "Walk with me, brother," he said softly, a mix of command and request, pleasant and clear in his desire to partake in pleasantries with one he knew and trusted so deeply. None of those gathered round could hold such a bond with the Stormbringer, not even Kahlua, for the relationship forged between the two pegasi was unique in all cases. "If you are not too terribly troubled to be taken from the side of your missus?" Playfully he teases, a good-natured wink following his lyrics as he laughed throatily, long pillars directing him forth in the direction he wished to take Quilyan. @[Quilyan] |
