thelorax42.livejournal.comGalehaut was a spring courtier. He tried to remember it. He wanted to be the strong right hand to the paragons, serving their will and receiving their holy wisdom, comforting them when their difficult paths brought them pain, as they always, always did.
He was a spring courtier. But he knew he would never stand as high in his patron's affections as Rose, shy and gentle, or the Lady Astraea, whose desires had just last night carried her on a carnal tide. He did not follow the core emotion of the court, desire, not like Rose, to be an object of desire and to make others desires come true, nor like Astraea, who sought after her own, or so it seemed these days. No, he followed hope, giving it to others, and kindling it to a flame where it was, so that they would find a place in the world and a way of tomorrow being worth today's troubles.
So it was that he held some suspicion of the dawn court. Whilst he believed in their goals, he saw no need for them to be outside his own vernal court. Dawn courtiers could be fine, noble men and women, with their hope and sacrifice, but deep down Galehaut wished that the ivy of a spring mantle grew around them.
So it was with further suspicion he looked down on the token on the floor. A sign of the dawn court, and part of some intrigue, it had changed his Brother's mantle to the court of dawn's. But now he needed to wear it, to help Sir Lucan in a task for another. A simple lie of mantle, for a moment. He pinned it on, and activated it.
... and was hit by a wave of raw and burning emotion, tingling fingers to toes with the blessed assurance that the world could be set right, the burning certainty that with work and sacrifice the darkness in the world could be banished and righteousness shine like a beacon over the land.
He laughed, long and loud and joyous, relishing this perfect moment when all doubt and fear had faded, and looking into his brothers worried eyes.
is this what being a dawn courtier feels like? Is this how they live? Is this how being part of a court you are truly in tune with felt? he wondered for an idle moment, then he remembered.
I am a spring courtier, the strong right hand to the paragons, serving their will and receiving their holy wisdom, comforting them when their difficult paths brought them pain. I have a duty, and I want to fulfill it. I will follow my desires, for I am a spring courtier
It wasn't until later he was sure he had been right.