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Familiar is the call that beckons them. Though it has been long since the stallion has come into contact with her words. Her tune as it lilts and grips the air with a wholesome purpose, one that is light and hopeful in the cool airs.
Cassius embarks from the edges of the kingdom, entering pine as he does. Becoming more than acquainted with the lands, familiar with its frigid airs and poignant pine smell. From afar his eyes spot two figures ahead; one that he can make out as Glasgow, the other, remains the foreigner. As most of these inhabitants do.
With an excited lurch seated deep within him, Cassius picks up his pace into a strolling trot. Stretching his limbs out, eyeing his friend as she settles beside the pale phantom. Before he can catch up to her his pace is lulled into that of a walk. Curiosity beckons his voice to greet the handsome stranger. “ ‘lo there.” He offers with a friendly smile, a near curling grin that ushers a hint of playfulness to his prompt, before he regards the mare with a soft, rumbling hum. Making his stand beside her.
“Glasgow.” He hesitates a moment, witness to the changes that have transpired. Her supple body and radiant eyes, healthy and aglow with exuberance; has she found what she’s looking for? - he wonders. “You look good,” the stallion fumbles, briefly, hardly a stir as he tries to formulate what words he might use. Laughing into the open air, as if to mock himself
“See you around?” A boyish smile envelops his painted maw, before nodding cordially to the stranger beside the tree. Inhaling the air, he steps ahead – determined to join the throng of brothers and sisters. To take faces, spy possible connections and persons he must speak to at some point in time.
The disciple sits and listens as Tiamat makes her announcements. He finds himself caught off guard by the promotion, and an unpredictable weight quickly settles against his shoulders. He offers a bow to his Lady, feigning a smile as his eyes followed the mare’s gaze to Öde. A stranger swaddled in darkness, casting back his sharp gaze at a distance. They will have to meet, he realizes. And nods to the stranger, despite the coolness that inhabits those crimson eyes. Wondering what sorts of mischief or purchase of goals they’d be able to accomplish together.
Filling his lungs steadily, he spoke allowed, “Thank-you my Lady. I will do right by the Aurora Basin. If there is anything you seek from myself, or the Disciples, do not hesitate.” Despite his lack of experiences, expertise, or the worrying thought that the stallion still knew so little of their lands - his voice had managed itself. That would have to be rectified quickly, soon, as the tide arose precariously from Kaos’ arrival.
Among the jeers of congratulations, a festive spirit appears to inhabit their group. But the Queen heralds a task they have yet to complete, a task Cassius has hardly known of until now. Other than their God’s scalding remarks for not completing it, Tiamat finally outlines its goals, purposes and due tasks.
The stallion is uncertain about the presence of electric wolves. It seemed nearly similar to the World’s Edge spiked fences – though perhaps they served their purposes well. And the stallion hadn’t given it enough thought about these defensive measures. They were, after all, requests given at a time where he hadn’t arrived in Helovia.
There are those who offer their questions. Of the sentinels and the quest itself. “I agree with Rikyn. The Sentinels are an important part of the Basin, that need not waste away… I would like to offer my services as well, in that effort.” Somehow his voice is not wavering, somehow it holds – seeking purchase to retain what history the Basin keeps. Even if parts of it elude him, at least he is aware of the Sentinels and their former glory.
He glances to Wessex, and turns his gaze back to Tiamat. The prospect of observing the wolves is truly alluring. But the risk is evident; with a group effort he doesn’t see this as being too problematic. Evidently observing their behaviors might give them an edge on how to approach them. Even if it came to blows, they would have to defend themselves with caution. Simply killing the animals outright, appeared counterproductive to their task…
The challenge fills the stallion with a confident thrill. He feels as if it is quite possible to complete. And waits quietly for their Queen’s response.
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