#( sleipnir. )

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃, 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊. After he had spotted him in return, their gazes had locked. " They are fighting over the wine, my liege, " Sleipnir informed him while handing him one of the two goblets. " But I have secured two for us nonetheless. " But the king did not grace his Lord Commander with a reply, and merely brought the goblet to his lips and took a sip without averting his gaze from Mythos even for a second. Sleipnir followed his eyes until he, too, found Mythos in the crowd. A sneer tugged at his fine features.

" Ah, I was wondering when Mythos would make his move and come to the ball. " Sleipnir continued chattering as he was fond of, yet slowly his voice faded into the background and into the music to which several pairs of guests danced. Another sip from his wine before he pushed his goblet back into his Lord Commander's hand and made his way through the room to Mythos. Here and there a woman was brave enough to approach him yet the king of Waloed had his eyes on one man for now and merely passed them without granting them a rejection.

" The Empress has not invited you, Mythos. "

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Sleipnir stares at other Sleipnir from a distance.

𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃, 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐏𝐍𝐈𝐑'𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒. They twitched towards his direction and shortly after, the black steed raised its head to glance at the man, whose presence was not unlike his own—it was the same. Almost. What did he want from him? His tail whipped left and right in response to the growing uncertainty. He could stand still and wait for the other Sleipnir to approach him. But this was his field. He was the king of these lands in a sense.

Thus, it was to him to approach the guest. With a hint of hesitance lingering in his steps, Sleipnir crossed the distance and fell into a gentle trot. He snorted quietly once he had reached the man and started searching his pockets for treats with his soft nose. He had brought treats with him, yes? It would be rude not to. As another piece of him and the other way around, he had to know that no one greeted the king's steed without at least one treat.

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With his ever-loyal Lord Commander trailing close behind him, Barnabas Tharmr stepped through the wide doors of the banquet hall and took in the atmosphere with a mild frown to his features. Chattering drowned out the music, hanging so thickly in the air that it became nearly palpable for him, who remained on the threshold between the abandoned hallway and the busy hall. “ Unimportant conversations between even more unimportant people, ” Sleipnir drawled as he halted next to his king, following his gaze along the other guests. “ Conversing with them will be a waste of time, my liege. ” And of course he was right with his assessment of the other guests, who indulged in feasting and drinking. Their sight disgusted him, casting a dark shadow over his features. 

“ Should we leave again? ” But Barnabas shook his head and finally stepped over the threshold to the hall as soon as his greyish-blue eyes locked on a familiar sight at the long table. If it had not been for a particular guest, the king would have left the invitation for the banquet at Twinside right on the table of his private quarters in Kanver, unopened. Yet the promise of a reunion most welcome had drawn him out of the city, that he had made to his new castle, and led him north to the celebrations on neutral grounds. The travel, it seemed, had not been for naught and when he had stepped closer to the unassuming guest, Barnabas took the chair out of the pitiful noble’s hand to seat himself right next to the reason of his arrival.

Sleipnir sighed quietly in growing disapproval before talking another of the nobles out of his chair to his king’s left. How he moved the chair back to sit down already mixed with the white noise surrounding the king, whose attention had been entirely hooked.