BUILDING UP FOR WAR IN PARADISE

“Oh, absolutely not. Why would I believe such a farce?”

"Glass houses."

  it was strange , to feel the energies that radiated from the first of the oracles , her divine charge granted in the wake of ardyn’s own ruination . he remembered when this remote corner of solheim was but verdant  untapped jungles many felt was too sacred to venture . but by the white spires that crested into the sky was that no longer true , izunia’s gold eyes averted away as they were guided around the base of floating bridges suspended between the floating mountains . the path was rickety and he thanked foresight to not have brought their chocobos with them . all was washed away and only his inner circle allowed to advance , when guided through those corridors did izunia take pause within a spacious foyer meant to receive guests , izunia yet wary .

  yet , when a maiden clad in milky ivory emerged was the lucian almost blinded from the contrast of lacy white to her black hair , gold meeting green as izunia realized who this was :

  lady gentiana nox fleuret of tenebrae .

  bowing regally , towering over the maiden who was to be his successor , he held a fist of sincerity to his chest . ‘ peace be upon you , lady gentiana . ‘

     ❝Father, what in the name of the Astrals is going on?❞

                                            “I’m as ready as I can be. I am just waiting for you.”

Small comment left his lips for a moment, as his body turns away from the King. Staring down onto the ground — he to go along like a pet, but this one was WORTH IT after all. The power this one had was something Odin could not say no to. BUT IT ISN’T LIKE he knew what was going to happen, but TRAVELING around was worth it with all of them. Odin KILLED and wasn’t allow to save anyone anymore —- wars were fought, wars where won. the stronger the better — but being a BODYGUARD only made this GOD’S life worth living, over and over again.

                                              “ – is there anything else you like me to know before we head out?”

@ofimmortal​

  caution and discretion. it was what his lord father , cephalus , had demanded of him in the wake of ardyn’s tribulations in solheim. since the advent of the starscourge, ardyn had been consumed with his anointed task by the wiles of bahamut. how amusing, considering the draconian had wished them dead once upon a time. though one might forgive such a past, izunia never would. and the hate festered within his heart. 

  a smile quirked the prince’s lips. ‘ you always were an impatient one, lord. ‘

  it was in the courtyard of the palace grounds, clay-washed surroundings and palm fronds shading the worst of the brutal sun from their eyes. the maroon chocobo awaiting him--a black mount available to the god--warked uncertainly, festooned garishly and seemed all the more fitting to be his mount at all. galahd was already proving to be difficult, given the starscourge’s advance in the wake of the gods’ war during the period of his birth. mounting the chocobo, he reined the beast to wheel towards the inner gate of the palace grounds, swiveling towards odin with a puckish smile adorning his features. 

  ‘ shall we race? i’ll tell you once we’re on the road proper. too many ears here. ‘

‘ she isn’t my dog, ’ prompto laments, before offering a small smile. ‘ …did she… steal your seat? i can give you mine. i’m not really doin’ anything special ‘sides waiting for some pals. i can move. ’ / @shyielding. call.