Post by Devi Talik on Jun 25, 2022 9:55:43 GMT -5
“Keion Blackwood.”
Devi caught sight of the peacekeeper as she slipped through the Elyusian courtyard. A crowd had gathered beneath the base of a broad statue, the most recent in a series of installations across the city. Standing at a podium in front of the marbled behemoth, the artist spoke of her inspiration for the project: the triumphant return of the Llewellyn dynasty and the era of tranquility and expression they had ushered in their wake.
Though she had not come for the lecture, Devi had found herself intrigued enough to linger. That is, until she glimpsed the not-entirely-familiar visage of Keion Blackwood through the crowd. It’d been years—perhaps a decade or more—since their last encounter, not that they had ever shared more than a polite greeting or a cordial nod from across the room.
But they were of an age with one another, both born to the aristocracy of Council families and the endless barrage of events and galas that accompanied such a life. That their paths had crossed before—and not at all since—the Llewellyn ascent to power was hardly surprising. That she hailed him now was.
But, then, Devi Talik never did anything without reason.
[ for @keion ]
Devi caught sight of the peacekeeper as she slipped through the Elyusian courtyard. A crowd had gathered beneath the base of a broad statue, the most recent in a series of installations across the city. Standing at a podium in front of the marbled behemoth, the artist spoke of her inspiration for the project: the triumphant return of the Llewellyn dynasty and the era of tranquility and expression they had ushered in their wake.
Though she had not come for the lecture, Devi had found herself intrigued enough to linger. That is, until she glimpsed the not-entirely-familiar visage of Keion Blackwood through the crowd. It’d been years—perhaps a decade or more—since their last encounter, not that they had ever shared more than a polite greeting or a cordial nod from across the room.
But they were of an age with one another, both born to the aristocracy of Council families and the endless barrage of events and galas that accompanied such a life. That their paths had crossed before—and not at all since—the Llewellyn ascent to power was hardly surprising. That she hailed him now was.
But, then, Devi Talik never did anything without reason.
[ for @keion ]
