[P] a helping hand [ all ]

[Araxes]

ARAXES

TENDER HEART

Denocte couldn't have been the only one hit, and she refused to sit back and sequester away and not reach out aid to others. So, the Champion had packed her small satchel with herbs and scrolls and rations, and had started on her journey. A journey to take her to other courts, to explore ties with them and hopefully mend what had once been so frayed to the point of near destruction. It might not have been her exact job, but she was a Champion of Wisdom, and took it upon herself to at least offer some sort of help where she could.

Whether they took it or not was up to them.

The Day Court was.. chillier, than she remembered, and she wondered what had happened. There was no snow, not remaining, leaving behind slightly wet sand as she had trudged her way through all the way to the capital, finally coming to the structure and shaking herself off, letting out a sigh and looking up. She'd been here plenty of times before, thankfully welcomed, even when things had been more uneasy.

Shifting on her hooves, she flicked her tail, and glanced about, furrowing her brows just a little. "Is everyone okay? Is the regime here?" she called out. "Seraphina? Bexley? Eik? Anyone?" She wondered what toll had been taken on the Solterrans. What had happened here, while Denocte had been pounded by tsunamis and storms and thunder birds? While they had been shredded by nature itself.

Novus certainly had changed, she knew that much.

@any || this is post-SWP, she's coming to check in on everyone!