[open] peace is a bird who sings

[Aedan]

i have loved the stars too fondly

Well, this is what he gets for opening his big fat mouth. Let me know how I can help, he said. Somehow he expected them to just ignore him, to pretend that the silly half colt hadn’t said anything at all. Nope. As it turns out his new queen is very nice, and she’d invited him along ontgis diplomatic mission even though he had no business being on a diplomatic mission.

If he was being honest, it wasn’t really the worst thing. It was something to do, which he was in constant need of. Sometimes coming up with his own plans was exhausting, so it was nice to not be the mastermind at any rate.

Isilya chatters among about nothing in particular, and he answers when appropriate. He doesn’t mind her chatter, though. It gives him something to listen to, something to do when he’s called upon to answer. The other one is quieter though, her aura lighting their way and so Aedan finds no need to call to the stars. His markings glow, though they alone just make him an easy target but give off not useful light otherwise.

Eventually the glowing one (because he knows so few names) says they are there, so he comes to a halt and waits. Even though he’s stuck with two women that seem more like a mom than a girl, he is a bit excited to see what happens at these sorts of meetings. It’s probably boring, but at least he’ll have a clue.

to be fearful of the night

aedan