01-22-2018, 05:14 AM
Fahri knew Sevhan from their days training and moving up through the ranks of Sahdar's military. They developed a friendly rivalry over the years that helped fuel their ambition. Each of them had a competitive streak that drove them to climb the ranks faster than the other, but they both agreed that Sahdar desperately needed new leadership and they should be the ones in seats of power. Monarchies carried no strategy or expertise; it was just birthright and laziness. Kings fell out of touch with their citizens and the outside world while basking in their pampered entitlement. Overthrowing the royal family was easy. Fighting the civil war that followed was difficult.
While Sevhan was the patient observer, Fahri was all about action. If he saw an opportunity, he took it. Sehvan took up post at war tables and made plans. Fahri picked up a bow and mastered his skill on horseback. Few rivaled his mastery over combat archery. His keen eyes helped: bright green orbs that let him see for miles. Wheat blond hair fashioned into a short braid accompanied his vivid eyes. Unlike Sevhad, he kept himself clean-shaven. Fahri also sported a tail of emerald plumage not unlike a peacock, downy collections of tiny feathers on the backs of his hands, elbows, cheeks, shoulders, knees and ankles, and then a much thicker bundle of plumage on his chest that usually stuck out of his robes.
Fahri held a great deal of anticipation for the meeting with the two kingdoms. Just like Sevhan, he hoped it was a proposal for an alliance. Gaining the support of two kingdoms at once would solidify Sahdar's rise back to power and quell the doubts of traitors and skeptics.
It was normal for Sevhan to get up before him, always going out to watch the sunrise over the town. Sevhan was sentimental like that. Fahri crossed paths with Lei on his way to the bath. When he spotted the bright red robes, he knew that meant his partner was already there. "Shouldn't you replace him?" Fahri asked in reference to the pregnant servant. Dropping his own silver and white robes onto the floor, he slipped in right alongside the strategist. "Also, good morning."
While Sevhan was the patient observer, Fahri was all about action. If he saw an opportunity, he took it. Sehvan took up post at war tables and made plans. Fahri picked up a bow and mastered his skill on horseback. Few rivaled his mastery over combat archery. His keen eyes helped: bright green orbs that let him see for miles. Wheat blond hair fashioned into a short braid accompanied his vivid eyes. Unlike Sevhad, he kept himself clean-shaven. Fahri also sported a tail of emerald plumage not unlike a peacock, downy collections of tiny feathers on the backs of his hands, elbows, cheeks, shoulders, knees and ankles, and then a much thicker bundle of plumage on his chest that usually stuck out of his robes.
Fahri held a great deal of anticipation for the meeting with the two kingdoms. Just like Sevhan, he hoped it was a proposal for an alliance. Gaining the support of two kingdoms at once would solidify Sahdar's rise back to power and quell the doubts of traitors and skeptics.
It was normal for Sevhan to get up before him, always going out to watch the sunrise over the town. Sevhan was sentimental like that. Fahri crossed paths with Lei on his way to the bath. When he spotted the bright red robes, he knew that meant his partner was already there. "Shouldn't you replace him?" Fahri asked in reference to the pregnant servant. Dropping his own silver and white robes onto the floor, he slipped in right alongside the strategist. "Also, good morning."