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Current Novus date and time is

▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Winter
▶ Temp || -10℉ (-23℃) to 55℉ (12℃)
▶ Weather || Winter has left a blanket of pristine white snow in many parts of Novus. Only Solterra remains mostly untouched by the season's frosted hold, but even the desert may feel a cold breath of wind now and then. With Winter now settled across the continent, dreams of Spring dance in the minds of many.


Character of the Season

Member of the Season

Thread of the Season
your company's fine but i get on better with mine

Pair of the Season
Somnus and Eulalie

Quote of the Season
"She remembers too well what it means to be free, to take her own fate from the dark places between the stars." — Calliope in Thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

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Ipomoea — Dawn Court Regent Signos: 510
▶ Played by sid [PM] Posts: 107 — Threads: 16
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 30 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 44
▶ 5 [Year 497 Winter] Active Magic: Nature Whisperer
▶ 16 hh Bonded: Odet (Stellar's Jay)


The shade of the forest was a welcome reprieve from the hear of summer, cool and dark and quiet within the foliage. It was as if Ipomoea had entered a whole new world, vastly different from the one he’d been in only moments before. This world was one filled with a hundred shades of green, and a thousand more vibrant colors shining in the petals and blossoms of the flowers crowded at the base of every tree, their heady aroma rising up to envelope him in a feeling he could only describe as safety.

For a moment, all he could do was stop and take it in with bright and eager pink eyes. The delicate skin lining edges of his nares quivered in anticipation, the speckled wings nestled upon his ankles fanning his legs with cool air in unrestrained excitement.

There were so many new things to see—so many distractions that tempted him, called to him, begged him to come forth and examine the spider web hanging between those two trees, or to inspect the strange, toothed plant that appeared to be eating flies and other insects whole. To find patterns which the leaves overhead cast with their shadows on the ground below, or to trace the petals on those impossibly large flowers with his muzzle to determine in they really were as soft as they looked.

But he resisted—with no small amount of effort. He had business today: he was looking for someone he’d only met once before, who had cried to him over the loss of a partner, who he had helped pick flowers with. He wondered vaguely how the slender man was doing, and whether or not he’d found whom he was looking for: Ipomoea had continued to look, in the time since they’d parted, but with no luck.

But he didn’t want to think on such things today, just in case the news turned out to be bad. He wanted to be happy today! That was what summer was about, was it not? The joys of freedom, of free-spiritedness.

The trail he was on weaved and dipped and climbed, seeming more like a random course through the trees than a deliberate pathway, stomped with the scarce hoof prints of the horses who had come before him. Ipomoea did not mind; it felt like an adventure, each new curve something new to explore. It kept his mind busy, but in an exciting way. Lately his life had been sorely lacking in creative outlets, prompting him to take full advantage of the quiet of the forest today.

A flash of white caught his attention up ahead, a body moving slowly through the trees. His ears pricked forward sharply at the observation, legs snapping up in a high-spirited trot to bring him closer, to close the distance.

“Eros!” he called out when he was reasonably sure of the figure who continued to walk away from him, the long yellow tail and the hairless crest sticking out to him now. “Is that you up there?”

Hopefully it was. Though if it wasn’t, perhaps he’d simply make a new friend. It was a win-win, really.

At least, that's how Ipomoea would choose to look at it.

@Eros xx
”here am i!“
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Eros — Dawn Court Commoner Signos: 1,075
▶ Played by aimless [PM] Posts: 22 — Threads: 2
▶ Male [he/him/his] Hth: 16 — Atk: 4 — Exp: 13
▶ 7 [Year 495 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 14.2 hh Bonded: N/A
"i walked into the room dripping in
gold. a wave of heads did turn,
or so i've been told"
A year has passed—more than, actually—since the first time he travelled through this forest; he’d gone with Ipomoea, in search of Aion and the Dawn Court. They had picked flowers, crafted a resplendent bouquet Eros had carried with him for months before it became so brittle the petals shattered. He’d tried valiantly to salvage them, unwilling to abandon the embodiment of his hope, but still they had blown away fragmented in the wind. Now, a year later, Eros returns, in search of a new bouquet and a new hope.

Dappled sunlight blankets the ground, ripples across his back as he wanders the forest. He lets instinct guide him as he moves from flower to flower. Color catches his eye, a sea of bluebells carpeting the forest floor beneath the canopied trees ahead. Eros knows this spot well: just beyond the bluebells lies a clearing he’s visited many times. There, not long ago, he had begun something special to him.

A few months prior, he’d travelled to the markets and, with what little currency he had, purchased a handful of perennial bulbs to plant before the first frost—a small garden of his own. Eros has returned a couple of times to check on them, but it is now early summer, and he’s come to see them in full bloom.

Eros first collects a few bluebells for his presently sparse bouquet, the constancy and everlasting love they symbolize a fitting addition to his arrangement. Under the sunlight they glow so violet they could be fluorescent; they’re some of the most beautiful wildflowers Eros thinks he’s ever seen. What if the ones I’ve planted don’t compare?, he worries. He’d be embarrassed to give Aion stunted or lackluster flowers.

But then he steps into the sunlight and sees them—vibrant daffodils, irises, and tulips of many colors have erupted from the soil. 

Eros is drawn immediately to the tulips. They represent love, in its many forms, each color of tulip a different one. Love had once been foreign to him, or so he’d thought. He hadn’t loved his wife—at least not in the way he thought it mattered. But love isn’t just about attraction or passion, he realized; after all, he hadn’t loved Alek. Love can be thoughtfulness, protection, admiration, and he has a tattoo of a tulip to remind himself so. He picks three for his bouquet: a pink, a yellow, and a red one. Pink for care, yellow for happiness, and red for true love.

He’s filling in his arrangement with greens when someone calls his name, nearly startling the flowers out of his grasp. He turns to see none other than Ipomoea approaching. Eros rushes out to greet him, hoping he won’t notice the clearing quite yet. “Oh, hello, Po!” It’s certainly a surprise to see the appaloosa, Eros hasn’t since the Dawn Court’s meeting, and even then he wasn’t sure Po saw him. “What are you doing out here?”
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