From the corner of their little world she watched from the very edges, not hidden yet not quite close enough to make one's proper appearance. It was from that distance that she gazed on at the gathering that transpired, heart strung tight at knowing Florentine had already found the one that came calling. She could also make out the body of Morozko; she hadn't quite figured her feelings toward seeing him again, his first reappearance a grand gesture at their meeting. They hadn't spared a moment for proper conversation yet, so she didn't know anything about his reason for being in Novus after those years of last seeing him in the Winter Court.
But he was not the reason for her choosing to not approach, instead giving into the desire to simply watch as opposed to breaking through their conversation. A curiosity hung itself around her neck in wonder of how her court would greet strangers into their lands; Florentine looked the part of court royalty, though, as she included both stranger and fellow member in her musings. The dual cream and dark painted mare could hear none of their passing words, and so she watched intently instead.
The one who crossed into their borders pulled all attention onto himself, and Rann couldn't miss the jovial way he carried himself through all his actions. She didn't know which court he hailed from--scents and mannerisms were foreign to her of those not of her own Dusk. So he commanded her thought while she hung back, finding no reason to interrupt what was already underway.
But he was not the reason for her choosing to not approach, instead giving into the desire to simply watch as opposed to breaking through their conversation. A curiosity hung itself around her neck in wonder of how her court would greet strangers into their lands; Florentine looked the part of court royalty, though, as she included both stranger and fellow member in her musings. The dual cream and dark painted mare could hear none of their passing words, and so she watched intently instead.
The one who crossed into their borders pulled all attention onto himself, and Rann couldn't miss the jovial way he carried himself through all his actions. She didn't know which court he hailed from--scents and mannerisms were foreign to her of those not of her own Dusk. So he commanded her thought while she hung back, finding no reason to interrupt what was already underway.
And all our problems make us powerless
feel free to either ignore or address rann, just wanted to pop her in for some character/herd development <3
