every single night's alright — koc visitors

[icarus.]

The terrain here is completely unlike the moors; the soft, springy earth of the rolling hills gives way to harsh, craggy rock lined by a thin layer of flora between staggering peaks and valleys that stretch into the horizon. Icarus has crossed mountains before in his travels, but nothing like these — he's plenty relieved when the heavy scent of a border crashes over him in a wave and brings his ivory paws to a halt. He places the basket he'd carried along on the ground before him, glancing back to see if any of his clanmates had taken him up on the offer to tag along without falling behind. Idle green gaze shifts back to the territory that lies before him with a keen spark of curiosity lingering behind the thoughtful sheen. The golden tabby knows exceedingly little about any of the groups in this area — he'd come from somewhere much further away himself, and still he's known many clans in his days. Icarus doesn't know what to expect from Elysium, but he has at least some diplomatic experience to help him take whatever may come in stride.

He seats himself, unsure how long this will take but having no intention of leaving until it's done. "Hello," the Judge calls out, wasting no time in making introductions. If someone isn't already on their way, he hopes that his voice will summon them. Icarus blinks into the trees with a tilt of his head, as if expecting to find a pair of eyes staring back at him. Perhaps they are. "I'm Icarus, from the Knights of Concord. Just came to introduce ourselves, since we live not far from here," he carries on mildly, whiskers twitching. A pause follows. "...And we brought gifts," Icarus finally adds, maw easing into a smile. If that doesn't entice the Elysites to come say hello, he's not sure what will. Tail tapping gently against the ground, he falls silent and waits.