love is my religion. i could die for that.
Despite his storied heritage, Aegean himself is not particularly inclined toward politics.
He was born a Prince and yet has never once hungered for power. He was raised in the East during the golden years—saw it at its peak and then watched as it crumbled into something new. He knew that his mothers prided themselves on their role as Queen Caretakers and the influence they wielded because of the way that they could use it to help others and yet he himself has never sought to see such a thing.
Still, he has enjoyed his home within Hyaline and he appreciates the vision that Kensa has painted for the land. He finds that he can stand behind such an idea and enjoys the freedom that she weaves around each of them as easily as his mother manipulated dreams and he has come to control his own illusions.
So when she asks him to visit the forest kingdom, he does not deny her.
Instead he turns his nose toward the horizon and begins to make his way to the forest, his amethyst hooves digging in the soil and his antlered head swaying back and forth as he takes in all of the sights along the way. When he is near to what he believes is the border, he pauses, hesitating, and then lifts his head. He knows that he should use his voice to call for whoever calls this place home, but it seems dull.
So rather than reach for such a gift, he closes his purple eyes, the glow around him intensifying as he pulls into his power. He grabs onto it and lets it spark into the air above him. It stars as a ray of silver light that explodes into silver fireflies and then rains down as comets—harmless illusions that splash against the forest floor as raindrops and absorb soundlessly into the mulch. His lips curve and still he says nothing.
i could die for you.
aegean is here and ready to be weird.