01-11-2019, 10:33 AM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
He hadn’t needed to think long or hard on how he wanted Icicle Isle to be. To him, all was as logical as could be. People had had a hard time accepting a ruler at all, and they were all subsequent to Nerine anyway - his chosen title had everything to do with that. Besides, king is an ugly word (especially when you’ve grown up around Amazons, perhaps).
But to have a council, one should fill it with people. Jesper was an obvious choice (had everybody opposed to Leilan ruling, his foxy Brother would have been his own choice to replace him). Camomila was, too - in a sense, just to not wholly pass her by, because she had always been the first claimer. She’d lost her rights to rule partly for being quiet, maybe, but not because she was unable as a person. She was a much greater diplomat than he and so, there was one spot left.
Here, to be honest the roan has debated two choices who would both have been great. But one was simply more present than the other, and so it is the white giant that gets first pick.
So the ice-clad prince (he still needs to get used to his own made-up title, stupid as it may sound) trots over to the large white spot that can’t be missed. ”Ard, can I ask you something?” Serious in tone for once, but accompanied by an easy smile, for this is not something as troubling as his last question to the great white had been.
But to have a council, one should fill it with people. Jesper was an obvious choice (had everybody opposed to Leilan ruling, his foxy Brother would have been his own choice to replace him). Camomila was, too - in a sense, just to not wholly pass her by, because she had always been the first claimer. She’d lost her rights to rule partly for being quiet, maybe, but not because she was unable as a person. She was a much greater diplomat than he and so, there was one spot left.
Here, to be honest the roan has debated two choices who would both have been great. But one was simply more present than the other, and so it is the white giant that gets first pick.
So the ice-clad prince (he still needs to get used to his own made-up title, stupid as it may sound) trots over to the large white spot that can’t be missed. ”Ard, can I ask you something?” Serious in tone for once, but accompanied by an easy smile, for this is not something as troubling as his last question to the great white had been.
you set my soul alight
@[Ardashir]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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