Finding Colours in the Grey
The Tranquil Gardens were perhaps Destyn's favourite part of Kalzasi. Upon his arrival as a refugee orphaned by a massacre to the South, the Gardens had been his introduction to the city. He'd been wounded and so he was brought directly from the Kalzasern airship to the hospital here. Being a Fae'ethalan as well as a summoner, he was connected to things in ways most creatures were not, and so he recognised the unusual, potent energy that emanated from this place. He attributed the gardens themselves with contributing about as much to his healing as the tinctures, splints and bandages provided by the facility. The flora sang here as though they were growing freely in the midst of an open field, rather than spreading over a limited patch of land curated by the city. With the borders having been closed off in the aftermath of the chaos that was unleashed at Talon's wedding, Destyn was relieved to have a place like this within the city proper. Typically he preferred to fly outside the city and spend time in the fields and forests without, but the aptly named Tranquil Gardens offered a lovely alternative to that sort of solace that wouldn't flout the new laws and edicts implemented by the Iron Queen in her regency.
The young Fae donned a tattered pair of trousers that were shredded above the knee, leaving his slim calves bare. He wore a tunic that was likely fashioned for a young Avialae, which was convenient in that it afforded slits through which his wings could emerge when he unfolded them and took to the air. Though barefoot, his soles were relatively clean as he'd flown here right after bathing and they'd only touched dewy grass when he alighted at which point he just sat down with his legs criss-crossed and hummed to himself.
The shadow of an unfamiliar figure obscured the sunlight momentarily and he cast his gaze upward, squinting to catch sight of another winged figure- A strapping Avialae. Though momentarily startled, his expression softened into a cordial smile and he waved emphatically.
"Hullo!"
2 Glade, 122
The Tranquil Gardens were perhaps Destyn's favourite part of Kalzasi. Upon his arrival as a refugee orphaned by a massacre to the South, the Gardens had been his introduction to the city. He'd been wounded and so he was brought directly from the Kalzasern airship to the hospital here. Being a Fae'ethalan as well as a summoner, he was connected to things in ways most creatures were not, and so he recognised the unusual, potent energy that emanated from this place. He attributed the gardens themselves with contributing about as much to his healing as the tinctures, splints and bandages provided by the facility. The flora sang here as though they were growing freely in the midst of an open field, rather than spreading over a limited patch of land curated by the city. With the borders having been closed off in the aftermath of the chaos that was unleashed at Talon's wedding, Destyn was relieved to have a place like this within the city proper. Typically he preferred to fly outside the city and spend time in the fields and forests without, but the aptly named Tranquil Gardens offered a lovely alternative to that sort of solace that wouldn't flout the new laws and edicts implemented by the Iron Queen in her regency.
The young Fae donned a tattered pair of trousers that were shredded above the knee, leaving his slim calves bare. He wore a tunic that was likely fashioned for a young Avialae, which was convenient in that it afforded slits through which his wings could emerge when he unfolded them and took to the air. Though barefoot, his soles were relatively clean as he'd flown here right after bathing and they'd only touched dewy grass when he alighted at which point he just sat down with his legs criss-crossed and hummed to himself.
The shadow of an unfamiliar figure obscured the sunlight momentarily and he cast his gaze upward, squinting to catch sight of another winged figure- A strapping Avialae. Though momentarily startled, his expression softened into a cordial smile and he waved emphatically.
"Hullo!"
