| Jezanna slipped past the court walls, their shadow cast by the gentle light draped her in darkness. It was so early the sun had not yet shown itself over the eastern horizon, just barely painting the sky in the colors of a new day. Above her, the sky was deep and blue, stars still visible, not a cloud in the sky. Below, the midnight woman reflected the sky with her inky coat and splashes of flecked pale markings. There was a distinct fall chill to the air, and she was searching for something. It wasn't something she would find in the world, at least Jezanna didn't think so. She thought that the thing she was searching for could only be found inside herself. She had spent so much time within the Court recently, had met so many faces, had learned so much about these people who also called Denocte home. It was time to learn a little more about herself. Jezanna walked until she reached the prarie, the rolling hills spreading out around her, the sky above. The grasses were dry in the fall, not as inclined to bend beneath the touch of the breeze as in the spring and summer. Soon there would be snow, and the world would become a sea of sparkling, pure white. Soon, she hoped, the dark stains on her home would fade and in their place a hope for a better future. She'd heard the words that Tempus had promised, that change would come. Jezanna was prepared, and she could only hope that the change would be good. She paused on a knoll, turning her head up toward the sky where the night was fleeting, fleeing, as the sun steadily rose higher to welcome the morning. And she wondered. What religion did she have? What belief did she have that the gods and goddesses of this world wanted the best for the ones in their care. How was she supposed to know? The young moon had studied everything she could find on the Courts, on their patron deities, and yet, somehow, she doubted. Doubted their love, their concern. Jezanna had watched the suffering of the people of Denocte, had watched them place their alleigance in Caligo and yet she found no proof of the demi-goddess here in this kingdom of stars and shadows. She had heard tales of other Courts and wondered, were their own gods and goddess silent, absent? Jezanna had always spent an abundance of time among the population of her own world, every moment that she could she had gone and sat with them, spoke with them, gotten to know them. She had loved them and they had been hers, but when she thought about it she realized she had rarely seen her parents ever set foot on the world, had rarely ever seen them interact with those who worshipped them so. Only when... when Eidolon had shown himself. "Who do you think you are, shadow soul?" "I am Eidolon. I have lived only in darkness until now and I am unfamiliar with this land." "Your presence unsettles those who call this world home. You are unwelcome here. You must leave." Had it really looked so different then, when she had been standing behind her parents, watching this man strange, shadowy form? He had been unlike anything she had ever seen before, and suddenly she realized now, that her parents had judged him for it and she had never said a word against it. He had been hers, too, to care for, just as all the others had been, and she had allowed her parents to force him out and not thought any differently, not considered there was a better way. What she knew now was there was often always a better way. Jezanna had unknowingly let Eidolon down, and he had perhaps been hurt, or afraid, and had acted out. How mortal seemed those actions, she thought, after having lived among them for the time she had now. It was then she realized that perhaps it was not her actions that mimicked mortals, but mortals who mimicked the actions of their gods, for who better to show them what was right and wrong but the ones who had created them? Indeed something needed to change, because Jezanna could see no other way out of these neverending circles than to step outside of them themselves. Perhaps there was something she could do for her Court after all, for as few short months she may have lived here, called Denocte home, that's exactly what it was and she could no sooner abandon them as her naive self may once have done. There had to be a new path to show them, a new way to move forward. A new direction that would lead them out of the dark. |
@Calliope
