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▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Spring
▶ Temp || 43℉ (8℃) - 70℉ (21℃)
▶ Weather || The nip of Winter has begun to ebb away, replaced by the gentle embrace of Spring as it ushers in new life. Plant life peeks out from the melting snow and birdsong fills the air once more, calling drowsy residents from their hideaways. Slowly but surely, the continent’s hustle and bustle returns.

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Character of the Season
Velorca

Member of the Season
Sparrow

Thread of the Season
A Path of Stars

Pair of the Season
Rhoswen and Raum

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"Like his companion, he steadies himself with the salt on his tongue, the sharp-sour smell of the sea like a fresh-split oyster. The beach, for him, is like an intersection between dreams and reality: endless, lulling, pungent and terribly dangerous. Realer than anything, and a mystery he will never solve. It is the only un-knowing he has learned to be comfortable with." From This Grand Show is eternal

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Lavinia — Night Court Commoner Signos: 40
▶ Played by Keira [PM] Posts: 14 — Threads: 2
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 10
▶ 3 [Year 498 Fall] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15 hh Bonded: N/A
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Lavinia
MAKE IT LOOK PRETTY, BUT TRAIN IT TO KILL




Silver chains adorn fiery chestnut colored fur, swaying with the lady’s movements, and diamonds dangle and catch the light in her hair. Hair tightly braided, touched with just a hint of messy. Gold and silver chains twist around and into the dark and pale locks, held in place by a clasp of ribbon. Her head is held semi high, a trait she had never given up since entering this land. She may be a crow for her Night King but she was still a woman who enjoyed the finer things in life.

Cold eyes glance around the great hall, it is well decorated she supposes. She never expected to be here or to have a home, even after all these years it sounded too good to be true. As she walked through the halls, she passed servants and other workers who nodded to her in greeting. She returned each gesture with one of her own, but otherwise seemed distracted. There was much she wanted to do..but so little time to do it. She was also curious as to where her poison kissed twin could be, she hadn't seen her in a few days though she wasn't worried. Mila always went off for a few days to experiment new poisons.



@Isorath bleh this is gross but a post for you!
"this here is your speech colour!



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Isorath — Night Court Sage Signos: 725
▶ Played by arahvir [PM] Posts: 80 — Threads: 13
▶ Male [he/him/his] Hth: 8 — Atk: 12 — Exp: 12
▶ 6 [Year 495 Summer] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 18 hh Bonded: Aether (Dragon)
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ISORATH








The Night Court was colorful inside and out, their midnight banners flecked in starlight and the moons countenance did little to show the depth of whom wore them. Though he supposed that was what they wanted, this Court of Shadows and Intrigue, thieves and assassins. They were the stuff Vectaeryn loved to craft stories about, colorful characters with dark hearts and the shadows at their command. How the skalds of the East and Tellers of the West would be starstruck and enraptured by each and every one of them.

Romantic.

Perhaps it was foolish of him, to come here. In the wake of everything no less, but there was comfort in familiarity, to breathe freely without the feeling of the hangman's noose dangling temptingly in front of ones face. Isorath had danced with blades to the song of steel, had felt the cloying grasp of heat on his neck and not flinched. Yet, he could not deny to be free of the weight of it, just for a moment, was refreshing. It was welcome.

Aether's presence lingered in his mind, the Dragon could not fit within the walls of the Night Palace, but he loomed like an eternal sentinel upon it's walls — his breathing a rumbled purr of thunder looming overhead. Protective, the bond hummed with the word, even as the Dragon poked and picked at his memories and offered his uninvited opinions and thoughts.

He lingered in the Great Hall for no real purpose, cloaked in the very colors of the night — a subtle declaration paired with the moon charm on his tines for the Denoctians who had come to know his face well. However the glittering diadem sparkling proudly in the firelight, branding him unmistakably terrastellan. His usually pensive gaze was filled with something else, one emotion never sitting still before it bled into the next. A maelstrom made flesh and bone. It wasn't until a familiar face appeared in the corner of his vision did his lilac gaze waver from the throne and turn elsewhere, to the mare colored in sand and blood.

"Lavinia." He greeted with a wry smile, subtly shifting to better look at her. "You look as though you're a lady on a mission."







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hush it was fine <3

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