04-29-2015, 10:59 PM
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
Ever since rejoining the Chamber, I’ve been plain. Plain in the sense that illusions no longer grace my elegant figure, plain in the sense that I’m nothing except myself. Once, this would have been the bane of my servitude. Now, I reassure myself with the following wisdom: I am as I was, and who I was was magnificent. This is enough for me.
And in fact, I am not entirely plain. A rose-gold chevron tattoo circles the top of my right thigh, announcing to everyone the nature of my relationship status: taken by the most beautiful Amazonian in Beqanna.
Alas, taken is not all that I am. I am also Governor of this here Chamber, and uncle to the Queen. I’ve important things to be doing here, important places to be. I fancy that I am the second most important member in this kingdom, besides Straia. A few years back, my certainty would have wavered at the thought, but now, with my loyalty proven and as strong as stone, I am completely sure of this fact. I have worked for what I have now, and I will hold it with honour and authority.
That being said, I’m not a pompous jerk. I’m quite the gentleman, actually, and by far the Chamber’s jolliest soul. Most people are aware of this, but as I happen upon a new scent, another soul comes to know just how kind and giving I am.
Approaching swiftly, I arrive with my great-nephew but allow him to speak first. When his piece is said, I turn my graceful Arabian head to the other colt, aware that I am now officially the babysitter. Not that Erebor needs it – he’s practically his own babysitter.
”Are you lost?” I ask not unkindly, for although the number of abandoned foals is at an all-time high, I remember my own son and think of how he could stray from Pomona and perhaps find himself in all the wrong places. ”I’m Kavi, Erebor’s great-uncle and Straia’s uncle.” Charismatically half-smiling as I am prone to doing, I dip my head cordially. ”Pray tell what you wish to be called, friend.”