[private] One day it's here and then it's gone; Magnus

[magnus]

Magnus rises with the dawn, much like he does all days.

The sun is soft in the spring and the heat mild, varying little from the rest of the seasons. It is one of the things that he loves most about Tephra—the way that the weather changes little except for the rare storm. It is beautiful and thin-coated as he is, he finds he has grown acclimated to the moderate seasons. He stretches as the watery light begins to filter across Tephra, and the corners of his scarred lips curve.

It has been quiet in his home of late, but he knows it has been quiet in most places. Beqanna, as it so often does, has fallen into a state of slumber, a lull. It is as if sleep begins to creep up with the tide, taking over those usually the loudest and leaving the rest in a sort of haze. Things move slower. People visit less. In his youth, it may have frightened him, left him wandering the borders in a constant state of worry.

Now? Now he is able to accept it with a little more grace and understanding.

As with all things, it is not forever.

Still, he is a strategic mind and he knows that he needs more in leadership positions than he does now. Those he had once considered natural fits for his Council have faded into the background, and while the weight of a crown no longer leaves him as weary as it once did, he knows better than to think he can do it all on his own. So he looks for promise and interest in the quiet. He looks for those worthy of the roles.

Perhaps it is fate that he runs across the pegasus when he is in the middle of such thoughts. His face does not alter from his neutral state, but his lips curve upward in one corner. “Hello there,” he calls when he is close enough to be certain that his voice has carried. He walks up alongside the stallion, not expecting him to stop and not asking him to explain his presence within his home. “My name is Magnus.”

MAGNUS | I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name

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