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Jezanna
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what tho' the moon—the white moon
shed all the splendor of her noon
Jezanna weaved her way through the streets of the court and couldn't help the sense of deja vu that she felt. Torches lined the walls and their flickering, warm light cast strangely shaped shadows over the area around her. The scene was so similar to the first time she had set foot in this place, new and so unsure, and yet the differences were so plain to see. How long ago had that been, she wondered. It felt so much longer ago than it had actually been.

So much had changed, in such little time.

In the few months she had been here she had made friends, found a home, seen the jailing of a nation, heard tales of a god-sent raven, seen the gates opened and felt the earth shake beneath her feet. The opening of the gates was like a lightness in her chest, like suddenly so many more possibilities were once more available to her. Although Jezanna had yet to travel outside Denocte, she felt she finally could if that was something she wanted. And maybe she would.

The most important thing to her, though, was just that it was an option for her. She had time enough to make a decision if she wished to go out and explore. There was nothing holding her back, nothing preventing her. She thought that perhaps it was a similar feeling throughout all of Denocte. So many had, after all, been against the closing of the gates in the first place.

The young moon paused, lifting her head to look around her, silver eyes seeming to search. For what, Jezanna could not say, just that she had a feeling like something was off... like something was wrong. Maybe it was just the rumors and stories of the gods she was hearing. She had not been one of the ones to travel to the mountains, so she did not know what had transpired there. Maybe it was just worry that left a creeping, crawling feeling on her skin, but her intuition had never lead her wrong.

Perhaps, though, it was change that she was feeling. In the air, in the ground, in her very being. What was going to change, the midnight girl could not guess but if she had come to understand anything it was that change was inevitible. You could not run from it, nor stop it from coming. Just accept it and prepare yourself for it.
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