Post by Evander Pelagius Blackfeather on Jun 9, 2016 22:00:58 GMT
Evander let a deep sigh out of his beak as he stared out the window overlooking Tóscel's town square, drops of rain pattering against the glass pane as they fell from blackened skies.
Family matters had called the griffon away from his post in the empress's court, namely the death of his uncle Ìngraf and his cousin's subsequent coronation as the new Count of Tòscel. Although he could have very well come back immediately after the initial celebration, rumors of discord and uprising throughout the rest of the empire kept him at home, even as he received news of the empress's descent into madness and the ascension of one of her children to the Spire throne. A change of regime in the kingdom of Lothrei only made him nervous about going outside of the friendly walls of Tòscel for fear of being associated with the Spire monarchy, even though he generally didn't carry any form of identification on his being.
Evander's talons dug deep into the wood of the window sill as he sat there, a look of growing worry and discontent with the world spreading across the griffon's visage with the ring of the clock tower across the square. Employment wasn't what worried him; his name and expertise in finance and banking gained while managing his late uncle's affairs would secure him employment due time. But.... with the effective dissolution of the empire, who would look after his people, the griffons? Who would protect their job opportunities, their careers and interests from discrimination outside of the walls of Tòscel? It was a question he was hoping to answer with the former Empress, but now.... He wasn't so sure. Then came a knock at the study door, interrupting the griffon's moment of sad solitude.
"Yùnàmh sél agoyi. Edàt iud esyr sùlé." he said in his native tongue, not even bothering to answer the door. It could have been Dayus himself standing at the door, and he still would have not opened it so wanting of solitude was he.
Family matters had called the griffon away from his post in the empress's court, namely the death of his uncle Ìngraf and his cousin's subsequent coronation as the new Count of Tòscel. Although he could have very well come back immediately after the initial celebration, rumors of discord and uprising throughout the rest of the empire kept him at home, even as he received news of the empress's descent into madness and the ascension of one of her children to the Spire throne. A change of regime in the kingdom of Lothrei only made him nervous about going outside of the friendly walls of Tòscel for fear of being associated with the Spire monarchy, even though he generally didn't carry any form of identification on his being.
Evander's talons dug deep into the wood of the window sill as he sat there, a look of growing worry and discontent with the world spreading across the griffon's visage with the ring of the clock tower across the square. Employment wasn't what worried him; his name and expertise in finance and banking gained while managing his late uncle's affairs would secure him employment due time. But.... with the effective dissolution of the empire, who would look after his people, the griffons? Who would protect their job opportunities, their careers and interests from discrimination outside of the walls of Tòscel? It was a question he was hoping to answer with the former Empress, but now.... He wasn't so sure. Then came a knock at the study door, interrupting the griffon's moment of sad solitude.
"Yùnàmh sél agoyi. Edàt iud esyr sùlé." he said in his native tongue, not even bothering to answer the door. It could have been Dayus himself standing at the door, and he still would have not opened it so wanting of solitude was he.
