Change isn't always so bad... Indeed, there was much to be gained from change, especially when it turned out in one's favor. Though there were some things that never changed no matter how much everything around them did. Forces beyond the reach of impact by lesser creatures and their quarrels, inherent systems shared within universes. It paid to exist outside the finite, mortality. For though one could call a change new or unseen, history always ran in cycles, everything held a pattern that inevitably played itself out.
But this was beyond their idle chat, matters that dear Dodinas need not worry himself with. "Indeed, winter is very lovely on this island. It is a pity my duties require my presence elsewhere after this visit, else I may have taken up the opportunity." The demon rumbled, before giving his farewell. He had always been partial to the snow and ice, despite his fiery nature. It was something about the stillness, the deep, dead silence that washed over a land when the winter set in. It was incredibly tranquil, and the prince could not help but savor the season-long slumber that everything seemed to take.
Ahead Prixlezub could already make out the castle that loomed ahead, nearly blending into the landscape from how much snow burdened it. However, his grill picked up scents that no mere ridge of stone or hillock should posses. burning wood, the smell of food being prepared within the kitchen as the stoves expelled smoke out into the air. Among the mingle of inviting aromas was that of the numerous fae that scurried about the halls, faint yet tickling within his grill openings as he drew nearer and the wind turned in his favor. Flames crackled and snapped across his neck and tail as he plodded on, fiery talons and equally hellish hooves melting aside any snow that managed to linger upon the stone pathway, though they somehow managed to cease their destructive aura from venturing onto the intricate brickwork itself. It did not take long for his thundering footsteps to make it to the castle, and the prince's six eyes glanced up to venture a look at the gargoyles he had witnessed during his earlier stay upon New Avalon.
As he neared the archways, his head ducked down, leveling with his powerful chest as he slowed to a pondering walk towards the entrance. Silently he considered himself thankful that he arrived in the winter, and not during the spring or summer when flags were set out to flutter in the warm breeze. Though as he grew nearer, he found himself faced with a willowy looking winter fae waiting right outside. His talons came to a halt a few feet away from the greeter, who was decidedly female upon speaking.
"Greetings, miss." He replied respectfully, the rumble of his voice maade the snow at her feet shudder and her innards quake with its resonance. "The journey to your highness' castle was indeed uneventful, aside from some pleasant conversation." His tail swayed idly behind him, wind whistling around the edge of the massive blade that tipped it. Though its length never grew too close to the architecture that arched over them both.
Hm, so she was to be his guide. For a moment the prince's brow quirked slightly, but a year ago he had taken to the halls himself during his short reign as regent. How amusing that it is now he who must be lead about its halls as a visitor.
"I appreciate her majesty's gesture. Do lead on, though I am curious; where is it that we will be meeting?" He added, awaiting her movement before he followed on behind her, keeping his head bowed to prevent the accidental ignition of anything that could be hanging down from the ceiling, along with keeping his horns from scraping the ceiling of the entrance. though, given the prince's own size and the relative space the castle provided, he could only assume that perhaps he would be lead to the courtyard for their meeting or the main hall. Both had been suitable for receiving his towering form in the past.