Apr 15, 2024 0:12:11 GMT
C E P H E U S
the skies are too clear , life's so easy today
Something is . . . different.
He can't quite put his hoof on it.
Days on the Isle tend to blend together, one into the other, certainly more so when things have remained so stagnant for quite a while. Cepheus remained patient in his stead; his mother had always expressed the importance of patience, for change shall come when it so desires to. Seemingly infinite wisdom certainly took to his heart, and even upon his return to his home sands, he found himself lying in wait.
In wait, for this very day.
His hooves sunk deeply into the sand, and it was as though he could see everything. Watching intently as the birds engaged in their morning treetop chatter, the branches almost seemed to bend toward him. To bow in the presence of their royal overseer.
The young stallion had come to know the Isles with great familiarity now. It was much different than how he remembered it being as a child, but nonetheless, it still became his home. With the way the sun began to peek out over the horizon, gorgeous hues of pink and orange painted the skies, and reflected in the vast ocean before him. So began a new day, and so it had been decided that a new era was set to begin.
He reached forward, drawing markings in the sand with a single hoof; something that vaguely resembled the sun remained. The marking seemed to burn deep into the earth's core, almost like a branding.
"And so it shall be known that on this day," A deep voice proclaimed, "The Court of the Rising Sun has laid claim to these shores. I, Cepheus, serve as King to our mother land."
( claiming the isles ! )