"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Things had certainly taken an interesting turn. It’s a good thing that Tephra is always so warm because Isilya did not need any chill to the air - she was already trembling as she found her way to where she believed Vulgaris had held the last meeting. Whether this was an official meeting spot, or whether it had just been a spot he had picked out at random, she wasn’t sure - but it made her feel better to be standing in a familiar spot.
Her favourite plush purple wisteria flowers decorate her vines and she calls out across the kingdom. It’s a request, not a demand. If there was ever a good time for her to meet any of the faces she did not know yet, this was it!
To any that come, she smiles warmly at them. Her legs at least feel as though they have stopped shaking from her nerves, and now she’s just got butterflies in her stomach. “For those of you that don’t know me, I’m Isilya - friend of Vulgaris and Leliana. Vulgaris has asked me to step in as queen of Tephra.” The phrase rocks her to her core still, but there’s a soft thrum of excitement as well. “I have asked Vulgaris and Leliana to remain as council members and advisors, and will be looking to add a third to those ranks. So I'll be keeping an eye out for some shows of initiative!”
She falters a little here now, her warm smile growing a little shy for an instant before she recovers. “I uh, I think that’s it! I'm so looking forward to getting to know everyone and I think we'll all be such wonderful friends!”
this is not mandatory, just a chance for anyone that wants IC knowledge of the ruler change or to meet or say hi to Isilya or give some ideas for Tephra or whatever idk
also full post responses aren't required either if you just wanna toss up something to say your character was here!
The last time their King had called out, Aedan had absolutely ignored it. He’d been far too young to care then, preferring to gallivant around Beqanna then to stand around and listen to adults talk. Truthfully, he still felt that way. Two years old did not feel like an adult at all, even if he technically was a stallion now. His legs mostly fit his body but not really, his coat is mostly that of an adults but not really, and his mane and tail have just decided to be permanently short apparently. That seems less to do with age and more to do with his strange, night-touched appearance.
Given that he is technically an adult and maybe someone should direct some of his energy rather than let him run amock, Aedan decides to go answer today’s call from some lady. Some lady because he doesn’t know most anyone in Tephra, and so far, hasn’t really cared to meet them either. Today he would at least see some faces and whatever this was all about.
He’s one of the first to arrive in the group, and the mare before him is a flowery thing that he doesn’t recognize (why would he, he has studiously ignored most adults up until recently). He nods in her direction, not quite as warm as her smile but not because he is mean, but because he is different than her. It’s as simple as that. Eventually she speaks, and announces that she’s queen.
Welp, okay then. Tephra couldn’t seem to keep a monarch lately, even though the two previous are named to her council. Her speech his short (thank the faeries) and he has absolutely nothing to add other than, “Let me know what I can do to help,” because he wants to do something but has no idea what that something might be. Then he falls silent, letting the real adults talk. He only wants to pretend at being one anyway.
to be fearful of the night
aedan
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