High Lord of Night's Court; Rhysand (nights_highlord) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-10-27 08:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, katherine lokadóttir, ~rhysand |
Who: (More) Rhysand & Katherine
When: Evening
Where: Around the City
What: Meeting
Sleeping had been difficult the night before. Once he had found a place to stay he had mostly laid around reading from the books scattered across the apartment he had taken up. To be fair, the Night Court was not simply called as such because it was dark or hidden in the mountainous region of Prythian. They were fae more powerful in the evening, fae who roamed and walked with more energy in the late hours. Sleeping had been difficult. Rhysand slept only once dawn broke and he had closed whatever blinds and curtains he could to make his home dark. No, darker. It filled with his magic like black smoke.
When he came to around early afternoon he struggled to decide what he would do with his time. Adele had been giving in her welcome and information of the island. Not a prison but not a home. A wretched feeling pulled in Rhysand's gut as if to say "I was better off trapped Under the Mountain." No. That's not true, he then told himself. Fifty years of loathing. He was free, freer than out of Amarantha's grasp and curse because he had no court, no fae to lead.
Freedom did not feel as joyful as one might imagine. Rhysand liked his court and his fae, busy and task-filled as the title of High Lord was.
So he got up and found his way around the apartment, functioning quietly. He showered and shaved, dressed himself in the clothes he had from the day before for he had nothing new to wear as of yet, and went to find something to eat. Sookie said the people here would be good to him, would feed him, and he was starving. He didn't eat the evening before when he arrived, nor through the night, and without his servants he was stuck to find his own way. Rhysand head into town, the obvious direction, where he found some place that served him human food. He took it to go and choked down tiny bites over an hour, watching people come and go. The fae moved quietly, keeping to himself and to the side he only stopped when he saw a curious sight. A woman walking wolves. Perhaps she was his kind of people.