A R C A S
50 Glade 123 Steel
He began the day as had become his habit in days of late. He greeted the dawn as was his right to do so, the sun rose on the horizon only to be blocked by the inky blackness of the Eclipse. It filled him with a certain level of anger to see the shadow block the life-giving light of the sun as it crept over the horizon. As soon as it did, he allowed his own light to spread and shine across the full breadth of every corner he could reach. For hundreds of kilometers, the light of his nimbus spread outward from the Palace of the First Wind, revitalizing and recharging those devices that depended on the aethereal flow that the blanket of his divinity provided. He remained there, in quiet contemplation for the entire stretch of time that the rising dawn lasted, until the sun and the Eclipse reached the point in the sky where he relinquished his dominion as the Morninglord to the natural progression of the sun’s journey through the heavens.
Rising to his feet, he let out a sigh followed by a rolling of his shoulders. He spread his wings, stretching them then ran a hand through his hair. Before his hand fell away from his hair, he felt the warmth of his beloved dragon wrap around the very core of his being. The presence of his husband’s mind brushing against his own consciousness, enveloping him, pushing away at the edges of his stressors made the tension between his shoulders fade.
Do you wish me to go with you, beloved?
Across the bond, Talon reached for the presence of his husband. He performed the telepathic equivalent of pressing their brows together and holding hands.
No. This is something I need to do on my own.
Thoughts passed between the two of them, thoughts that did not need words. As he turned his focus back to the outside world, Talon drew in another deep breath. He took a step and stepped across the threshold between the material world and the realm of the gods. He stood looking up at the great facade of the Pantheon. It was a palatial temple that befitted the convocation of gods that assembled within it. Ascending the steps, he thought he could hear the distinct voices of various others already in close discussion. That came as no surprise to him. To his knowledge, there had not been anything like this among the realms of the gods. There was a certain draw to it that, even now, he felt in the back of his mind. A calling that compelled him to assembled and bring Order to the many problems that were arrayed before the assembly of gods. Perhaps that was the work of the Dragon King or perhaps it was the workings of his own imagination.
The Dragon King. His Father.
He had wanted to speak with him before but the opportunity had passed. Nevertheless, an opportunity had presented itself to try and approach him once again. He entered the assembly hall of the great temple, in the chamber where the pantheon gathered in full. Within it he found the being he was in search of.
“Avatar.” He inclined his head to his Father’s emissary. With that acknowledgement out of the way he paused. Some level of fear entered him. Fear of rejection. Fear of not being heard. Fear of being seen as childish. Fear of being acknowledged. He pushed past those fears and made his request anyways.
“I…I wish to speak with my Father. Will you make the request for me?” It was beyond him to even attempt to grasp the weight of everything the Dragon King contemplated on a day to day basis. But he could understand requesting the attention of a King. He had been born a prince. He was a prince, even among the gods, not that he truly understood what that meant, but perhaps his Father would yet deign to provide some answers.
He began the day as had become his habit in days of late. He greeted the dawn as was his right to do so, the sun rose on the horizon only to be blocked by the inky blackness of the Eclipse. It filled him with a certain level of anger to see the shadow block the life-giving light of the sun as it crept over the horizon. As soon as it did, he allowed his own light to spread and shine across the full breadth of every corner he could reach. For hundreds of kilometers, the light of his nimbus spread outward from the Palace of the First Wind, revitalizing and recharging those devices that depended on the aethereal flow that the blanket of his divinity provided. He remained there, in quiet contemplation for the entire stretch of time that the rising dawn lasted, until the sun and the Eclipse reached the point in the sky where he relinquished his dominion as the Morninglord to the natural progression of the sun’s journey through the heavens.
Rising to his feet, he let out a sigh followed by a rolling of his shoulders. He spread his wings, stretching them then ran a hand through his hair. Before his hand fell away from his hair, he felt the warmth of his beloved dragon wrap around the very core of his being. The presence of his husband’s mind brushing against his own consciousness, enveloping him, pushing away at the edges of his stressors made the tension between his shoulders fade.
Do you wish me to go with you, beloved?
Across the bond, Talon reached for the presence of his husband. He performed the telepathic equivalent of pressing their brows together and holding hands.
No. This is something I need to do on my own.
Thoughts passed between the two of them, thoughts that did not need words. As he turned his focus back to the outside world, Talon drew in another deep breath. He took a step and stepped across the threshold between the material world and the realm of the gods. He stood looking up at the great facade of the Pantheon. It was a palatial temple that befitted the convocation of gods that assembled within it. Ascending the steps, he thought he could hear the distinct voices of various others already in close discussion. That came as no surprise to him. To his knowledge, there had not been anything like this among the realms of the gods. There was a certain draw to it that, even now, he felt in the back of his mind. A calling that compelled him to assembled and bring Order to the many problems that were arrayed before the assembly of gods. Perhaps that was the work of the Dragon King or perhaps it was the workings of his own imagination.
The Dragon King. His Father.
He had wanted to speak with him before but the opportunity had passed. Nevertheless, an opportunity had presented itself to try and approach him once again. He entered the assembly hall of the great temple, in the chamber where the pantheon gathered in full. Within it he found the being he was in search of.
“Avatar.” He inclined his head to his Father’s emissary. With that acknowledgement out of the way he paused. Some level of fear entered him. Fear of rejection. Fear of not being heard. Fear of being seen as childish. Fear of being acknowledged. He pushed past those fears and made his request anyways.
“I…I wish to speak with my Father. Will you make the request for me?” It was beyond him to even attempt to grasp the weight of everything the Dragon King contemplated on a day to day basis. But he could understand requesting the attention of a King. He had been born a prince. He was a prince, even among the gods, not that he truly understood what that meant, but perhaps his Father would yet deign to provide some answers.
