Daytripping

The Esquire moved quickly through the territory, making a routine sweep of the perimeter when a sudden call ran out. Pontifex froze mid stride, right foreleg held aloft, audits twitching with attention. Gerhardt. His king was calling, summoning members to him. But what could be the reason? He could remember hearing rumors about there being a rogue bull on the loose, threatening the safety of Seracians. His king had been rumored to have wanted to set up a hunting party to rid the land of the beast. Could this be it? Not one to deny the call of his king, the man stirred himself into action, quick to respond to the Gerhardt's call.


Powerful limbs carried the man towards the origin of the call, golden gaze coming across the familiar figure of his king, as well the two unfamiliar multihued frames of his king's companions. My lord, you called? What is the reason for this summoning? Pontifex looked anxiously from his king to the elder woman at his side, crown dipping respectfully in greeting. Ma'am. He spoke, attention wandering the group of cows off by the trees, a smaller looking figure, that of a pup he assumed, hunched down in the grass while a majestic looking eagle flew overhead the child, trying to coral it away from the beasts. He turned back to his King, awaiting to see what the reason for the summoning had been.



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