It was early, but Somnus liked to rather be here sooner than later. It was a rare occasion after all He had talked to Regis, listened to his descendants plans and motivations. And he had inquired about the newly established Kingsglaive. Well – they were already a few years in training. And so that piqued Somnus’ interest.
He had had his own Glaives back in his days. Specialised fighters and warriors, twelve of them who had been his most loyal – and made up his council. One of them he had wed back then and she became the queen at his side until his last day.
So Somnus had requested to see these Glaives – and Regis had granted him that wish. Walking out with the current king onto the edge of the trainings field, Somnus looked around. Suitable for these kind of fighters. There were a few words exchanged between him and the other monarch and Somnus laid a hand on Regis’ shoulder with a smile before he let him leave to follow his duties.
He himself had gotten one of the uniforms of the Glaives, but kept his shawl. His ranking lacking, which of course could either mean he was placed out of the ranks or so far down he was stilla trainee.
It felt good to be here – and he would not have to hide his powers here, though he would have to tone them down, if he even showed them.
Walking out onto the sandy arena, Somnus held his hands behind his back and blinked up to the only Glaive who seemed to be present so early, too. A woman with hair like flames around her face.
“So you are the only one who values punctuality? Or is it to watch the sunrise?”
Those mismatched orbs flitted down quickly to the sound of another voice, taking a generous amount of time to examine him and try to assess who he might be. Lifting from her sitting spot, she chugs down the rest of her coffee and hooks it to a loop on her hip, hopping up to a spot that offered only one foot to rest while the other lifted to help her balance.
“A little of both!” She announced cheerfully, “The question is - Who do I have the pleasure of having in my company on this gorgeous morning?” A broad smile pasted itself upon her youthful features. “Are you new?”
Hopping down again, she jabs the blade into the stone to grip onto it, “Y’know the coolest thing about being a Glaive?” Swinging on the blade, she dislodges it allowing herself to freefall for a brief time. As she started to get dangerously close to the ground, the blade would be thrown near to the man, but nowhere within the vicinity of being a direct danger to him. Magic spills around her, warping across to the blade just before impact. Yes -- she was absolutely showing off, though it served the purpose of getting her down much faster than the alternative.
Lifting from the sand the blade is flipped a couple times, then sheathed with her other hand patting the spot where her cup had been.. only to hear the sound of it breaking a short ways off.
“...I totally meant to do that.” She totally didn’t. Waving her hand a bit, “Anyway -- How fricken badass is that?” She was really trying to sell it if he was in fact new. Of course if he’s not, then he’d already know how amazing it is!