09-07-2016, 05:30 PM
Ruan
The sound of his name slips through the winter breeze as if a part of it. As if the stallion who spoke it still commanded the elements.
Ruan turned to him, wary of the powerful man, but curious. Feathered wings ruffled, lifting lightly and resettling at his sides. His eyes flicked behind his former guardian king, reflexively searching for the boy. He dared hope he was escorting Kilter for a visit; if wishes were reality. He wasn't even sure the young prince would have an interest in doing so.
But he was not with the formidable bay, and Ruan's deep blue eyes met his after bowing his head respectfully to him. "King," he greeted solemnly, honoring the title whether it still be relevant or not.
He began to feel a little foolish in thinking the mighty stallion would bring his own child to see him, and wondered instead why he was indeed seeking him out. What could Ruan possibly do differently for him that the many others so willingly at his beck and call could not? A calm curiosity settled over him and he waited patiently for instruction.
Ruan turned to him, wary of the powerful man, but curious. Feathered wings ruffled, lifting lightly and resettling at his sides. His eyes flicked behind his former guardian king, reflexively searching for the boy. He dared hope he was escorting Kilter for a visit; if wishes were reality. He wasn't even sure the young prince would have an interest in doing so.
But he was not with the formidable bay, and Ruan's deep blue eyes met his after bowing his head respectfully to him. "King," he greeted solemnly, honoring the title whether it still be relevant or not.
He began to feel a little foolish in thinking the mighty stallion would bring his own child to see him, and wondered instead why he was indeed seeking him out. What could Ruan possibly do differently for him that the many others so willingly at his beck and call could not? A calm curiosity settled over him and he waited patiently for instruction.
