Archive of Our Own

Bio

The soft clop of hooves against old, wooden floors;
The aroma of old parchment, dried herbs, and fresh coffee;
An aura of warm light coming down in curls,
Emitting from the horned head of a Regent of the Sun.

These are the main traits one notices upon entering their area,
Their domain,
Their Chambers.
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.......I get a little wordy when I'm left alone, teehee. Which is the whole point of this, I suppose.