#prythians.starter

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ＷＨＥＮ: three days into the summit ＷＨＥＲＥ: day court gardens ＷＨＯ: open to all

it had been so long since asril had been to another court, he'd almost forgotten how beautiful the other seasons could be, and the solar courts were no exception. he much preferred the silence of the gardens to hustle and bustle of the great hall and beyond. no matter where he turned, no matter what room he attempted to hide in, there always seemed to be another soul lurking. there were those who were disgusted by his actions and felt the need to quietly remind him of such or worse, those waiting to converse about their victory days. it was already enough interaction to last him until the end of the summit.

his sharp blade moved slowly over a small piece of wood he held firmly in his hand, this seemed to be one of those times that he hadn't known quite what he was carving at the start of it. but now he could it the small bird figurine clearly. asril held the piece of wood up to the light, blowing off the remaining shavings and dust so he might truly admire his progress.

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ＷＨＥＮ: three days into the summit ＷＨＥＲＥ: day court temple ＷＨＯ: open to all

the priestess stood with her back to the entrance of the temple, lost in her mind for a moment, as was a frequent occurrence for her inside temples. it was the only place she'd ever truly felt free and safe since the hybern king came to power—even if she knew that was far from the truth. after all, it was inside a temple that she'd witnessed the first of his atrocities. but she refused to allow her one form of sanctuary to be stole from her.

talia was alerted to soft footsteps somewhere near the back of the room, but made no move to turn or see who'd entered. she finished her prayer of intention and bowed before the alter, placing a delicate kiss on the marble. ❝ something i can help you with, dear one? ❞ the beauty probed lightly as she turned on her heels to face them.

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 [ henry zaga , 27 | 581 , cis male , he/him ] have you seen atlas hyberion the prince has entered court? said to be patient + magnetic , we can only hope their good qualities outshine that they are also dissolute + ruthless . when asked about them , people are always reminded of: an ever-present bejeweled dagger hanging at his side , an enchanting smile , a black stallion with a hand painted saddle , and the boisterous laughter spilling out of an open tavern door . they are son of the high king, prince of hybern. they believe in themselves/their family. may the mother protect them.

𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔.

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ＷＨＥＲＥ: velaris, the art district ＷＨＯ: open to all

asril strolled down the art district doing his best to take in the beauty of it all, they had nothing comparable back home in the winter court. he could swear there were even colors he'd never seen before. the blonde paused at a stall, an artist busy at work, his brush moving over a canvas with a precision that left him in awe. the stall was filled with works of art he'd never he seen the like of—and perhaps never would again. the winter lord took a step closer to the stall and leaned in to examine an oil painting of a mountain and watercolor of a starry sky over a riverbed. he couldn't help but to feel captivated by their charm.

he asked the man his price for both pieces and left him twice as much in payment, walking away with a bewitched sort of grin on his face as he admired his newly acquired possessions. as though it was him who'd made out like a bandit. he began to carefully roll up the artwork when in the distance he could hear the bells chiming from the clock tower—he was late. though he was sure the high lady of spring might understand what it was like to be awestruck by the grandeur of the city and forgive his tardiness. asril raced up the stone steps to exit the district hoping it might be the truth.