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a midnight excursion - Lyra - 09-04-2017

There were a million stars reflected on the glassy surface of the lake before her. The illusion was incomparable. It was as if the dark mare had been thrust up into the galaxy and was floating amongst the stars, despite standing perfectly still at the edge of the lake watching in dark silence. From where she stood she could barely hear the lapping of the water at the shore of the lake. The stillness of the air kept the trees and the grasses around her from rustling or making a sound. With all the critters around her sleeping now that the moon was full and high in the sky, Lyra had truly been plunged into a dead silent night.

She watches the reflections of the stars on the surface of the water, not bothering to trace her gaze towards where her reflection stood. The woman was too dark to be seen, save for the pale silver eyes staring out from the dark canvas.

One would think that she was reflecting upon her past, or muddling through intricate thoughts, when instead, with a casual backwards flick of a ear, she was straining to hear a hint of any sound amongst the silence. There was no way that she was alone in such a vast land, as she had seen the others milling about during the day- perhaps there were few creatures that wandered during the night like herself. She had long ago learnt to embrace the cover of shadows, knowing that the darkness was the one thing (aside from her shyness) that embraced her without prejudice.

As she strained to listen for anything at all, there was a small snap and a gentle rustling, yet the wind did not pick up.

"Talk."

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RE: a midnight excursion - Rorschach - 09-23-2017

Rorschach
Night called Rorschach from the shadows, toward the heart of Denocte and into the moonlight.  She was not a romantic creature, but it was a night that was meant for lovers.  The thought struck her as she turned her sight toward the starlit sky, watching the way the heavens seemed to twinkle like diamonds caught in dark velvet.  For the briefest of moments, the usually standoffish mare sighs in a moment of pleasure, but the thought is as fleeting as it came as she pushes away such foolishness.  For Rorschach is a creature with her feet firmly planted on the ground and her mind was far too jaded for dreaming.  Inwardly scolding herself, the brindle striped mare made her way from the darkness of the trees and toward the mirrored lake, pushing forward and pushing all thoughts of poetry and starlight from her mind.

This place was different from others she’d been to before – here, the creatures relished the darkness, coming out in the moonlight to worship their deities and conduct their business.  She had always been drawn to the night, but here, it wasn’t quite the peace she’d once found it to be.  In a herd, she was never truly alone – and Rorschach was still getting used to the idea.  The vagrant mare had been by herself for far too long, and had grown too rough around the edges… but now, she found herself wanting to smooth the nettles in her demeanor, and forced herself out of her comfort zone.  Resigned to do just that, she continued toward the dark form of Lyra in the distance.

For a moment, she wondered how to address the stranger, taking in the blue of her coat in the same way that she’d recently observed the night sky.  It was a curious thing, to see a mare who so emulated the heavens, and intrigue drew her closer.  Here in this world, there were all manners of looks to the horses here, but as she was drawn to the night, so too was she drawn to those who looked like the stars.  

Once she was near enough to hear the quiet of the mare’s breathing, Rorschach cleared her throat to address the stranger.  ”Good evening.”  Her voice is masculine, like the hounds baying in the hunt, low toned but not unkind.  ”Forgive my interruption.  It’s been a restless sort of night…”  The sound of water on the shore soothed her nerves, as she dug deep within herself to find the warmth to not come off as being aloof to the stranger.  ”I don’t think we’ve met… I’m still new to this place.  I am Rorschach.”
Night Court Sage 
 
 

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