under scorpio skies — visiting groups

[icarus.]

The moors are many things, but they are nothing if not quiet and secluded. Icarus had enjoyed the clearness they'd brought to his mind upon joining, out here where the air is crisp and fiercely windy — now they're his moors. Being in charge is... strange, to say the least, but who would he have been to refuse when the Knights were entrusted to his care? He's only ever had himself to look out for, which makes an entire clan a large undertaking by comparison; at least they're small and tight-knit. Icarus has few worries, surprisingly (or perhaps not, considering he's always been the laidback sort, maybe too much so for his own good), but his to-do list is much longer than his concerns. The first item on his agenda is a series of visits he's been long meaning to make, in part to fulfill his own selfish curiosities as a longtime traveler. Not that it matters — it'll have to get done one way or another.

The tom stands in the foyer, straightening as he gives the call, "Knights! I'm organizing some patrols to get acquainted with our neighbors." He pauses, nudging forth a few baskets that had been organized neatly at his side. They have the standard contents, including a few spare copies of novels he'd dusted off from the library, some herbs native to the hills, and even a couple of daggers. "I have a few gift baskets — for now we're just looking to introduce ourselves and let them know the Knights are around. I'll be heading to Elysium myself, so if anyone wants to tag along or visit the other groups feel free." The decision for him to lead the patrol to Elysium was more of a random one than anything else — a flip of a coin, a roll of a dice — but he's heard that their morals are at least somewhat aligned with the Knights', so he thinks it a decent enough place to start. Icarus knows exceedingly little of these lands and the clans they house, but he knows that the Knights need allies, and he also knows that diplomacy is a precarious tightrope walk to tread. At present he's most concerned with establishing themselves and gathering intel; the rest will follow after he's had a chance to build up some relationships and, with any luck, a reputation. The golden tabby stands now, anticipating that his Knights will gather and prepare to head out.

/will edit with a link to the elysium visit in a few! i might make some more eventually but feel free to make ur own patrols to wherever if you want, i'll be sure to post if u link em back here!
edit: elysium visit!

[wormwood.]

Handing out gifts was actually one of Aurum's favorite activities when it came to diplomatic interactions with other groups. Obviously he had done far more in the past as the proxy of Tanglewood, but simple interactions like gift giving were still at the top of his list. Just because he enjoyed seeing the grateful smiles on the faces of the recipients when they realized what was going on. It was a wonderful reaction, and one he wished to produce in others fairly often. So, when he heard Icarus calling out and asking for others to come and patrol out to the larger groups, the lion was almost instantly on his feet and trotting over. His first thought was to take a basket to Tanglewood, but he was nearly given whiplash with how handily his body rejected that idea, his chest clenching painfully. After all, he had only just left the other group, so the thought of going back so soon, especially with all of the memories still lingering? No, he'd need at least a week to even begin thinking of the place again, let alone go there. He did feel some level of homesickness already, but the kindness and friendly interactions with other knights within the Knights of Concord had already begun to melt that away, and so when he approached, he had a different idea in mind.

Even though the idea of going with Icarus to Elysium was tempting – he hadn't seen Rin since the messenger incident, after all – he was pretty certain already of where he wanted to go. Moving over to where the baskets were set out, the male pawed one over to himself, saying simply, "I'll take one to the Typhoon, I've got plenty of friends there. Others are free to join me, but be prepared for a flight if you do." He didn't really want to have to make anyone run after him on the ground while he was flying overhead, so if anyone wanted to come with him, he would just have them hold onto his back. Hopefully, if anyone else did decide to come with, they wouldn't have a fear of heights. Chuckling a bit at the thought, the angel leaned down to grip the handle of the basket in his muzzle, being especially careful not to splinter the vulnerable weave. He gave a glance back to see if anyone was following before he headed off, offering a nod to Icarus as he moved past him. Hopefully this trip would be quick and painless, and would allow him to see some old friends while also helping his new home.

( typhoon visit !! )