| Syeira stood on the shore of the lake, the mountains at her back, looking toward the far horizon. In the distance she could see the looming shape of what she now knew to be called the Night Court, resting at the southern point of this kingdom called Denocte. When the silver haired woman had first arrived in this world, effectively leaving hers behind, she had scarcely known in which direction she needed to begin her search in order to find her sister. She did not even know if this was where Freya was but it was the direction in which she had been pointed. She dipped her head to drink from the cool water, long mane dragging along the dry fall grasses, and her ruby eyes drank in the perfect reflection of the world around her on its surface. This world was drenched in the warm, fiery colors of fall and although the afternoon air had a bit of a chill to it she was sure the nights were quickly growing cold. Too soon winter would be here. Syeira hoped she would find her sister before then. When she lifted her head she focused back on the silhouette of the citadel once more and she wondered what she should expect of this world. She recalled the huge raven gates she had passed through to get here, and the way the land surrounding it had been reduced to ash by someone or something. If she had entered a place in the midst of strife and struggle, the woman was more than sure she would find her sister. Freya had always been full of fearsome warrior spirit. Syeira closed her eyes and lifted her head to the sunshine though it offered little warmth and a small breeze picked up, tugging on her hair. "Where are you, Freya?" she murmured, as though the wind would take her inquery and deliver it to her sister itself. If she only allowed it some time, she thought perhaps this world would give her a sign of where to go next. |
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