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▶ Year || 503
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (23℃) - 100℉ (37℃)
▶ Weather || The end of Spring brings about, once more, the warm embrace of Summer. While some flourish in the comfortable glow of the sun, others take shelter from its sweltering midday heat. Even so, it is now that the continent bustles with life - for it won't be long until a cool chill returns.

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Character of the Season
El Toro

Member of the Season
Griffin

Thread of the Season
Bring Me Thunder; Bring Me Steel

Pair of the Season
Eik and Isra

Quote of the Season
"Her mother lives all in day, her father all in night, and Apolonia straddles the thin, dusky line halving her heart with not so much grace - startling awake in the middle of the night or at the crack of dawn, trying to find some way to compromise." — Apolonia in
The Vine & The Rain & The Light

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Eik — Day Court Emissary Signos: 2,835
▶ Played by Rae [pm] Posts: 192 — Threads: 26
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 27 — Atk: 33 — Exp: 52
▶ 10 [Year 493 Spring] Active Magic: Telepathy
▶ 15.3 hh Bonded: N/A
#1

Eik takes a roundabout path, but eventually it leads him to the library. It gives him a chance to get to know the night court on a deeper level. He imagines the shape of the court, the materials and layout, all of these silent things have gently shaped the people who live and die within these walls. There are so many corridors he wants to walk down, so many untold stories that lie just around the next corner, always close but out of sight.

Solterra is built on secrets and Denocte on mysteries. The two are undeniably different, but also strangely similar. Eik does not quite feel at home, but he feels... something close to it.

As he walks, he learns about this place by looking and imagining, and when he is ready he slowly opens his mind and reaches out with his magic. Well, it is not really reaching out so much as staying still and waiting for thoughts to come to him. A merchant nervously counts and recounts the day's sales. A sad-eyed mare is thinking of Terrastella and what state it might be in. He looks into the images her imagination creates, great sinkholes swallowing home. The fields I learned to run in, gone. The kingdom I raised my children in, gone, the-- He withdraws as the imagery becomes hard to bear, blinking his eyes heavily. He is not sure if the tears on his cheek are his or the stranger's until a few moments later when he is fully untangled from her.

Not for the first time, his heart is heavy but his eyes are dry. He does not use his magic for a while after that.

All this to say he is tired-- mentally, physically, magically-- by the time he makes it to the library. And Moira Tonnerre is nowhere to be found. It is disappointing but not terribly surprising... after all, she could not always be here.

He inhales and can just barely smell her among the paper and candle wax. There are others, too (-- Isra?) and a happy-bird smell (crow friend?) and the ocean through the open windows. He turns his attention to the books, and pours himself into selecting one to read while he waits for Moira to return.


E I K
the biggest ache was mine



@Moira finally! <3

Time makes fools of us all


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Moira — Night Court Medic Signos: 1,095
▶ Played by e-cho [PM] Posts: 77 — Threads: 8
▶ Female [she/her/hers] Hth: 13 — Atk: 7 — Exp: 10
▶ 5 [Year 498 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.2 hh Bonded: N/A
#2
Candle after candle burns to its wick, a mere flicker by the time she lights the next one, turning to solemn faces once more with a tender, inquisitive gleam to those honey eyes that assess and seek to sooth all at once. She is a healer. Patient after patient she sees, so many faces that they blur together from young to old to new mothers and those expecting. Others come with tears to tell of those they lost in hopes she's seen them, treated them, fixed them so that they can find their way home. Moira cannot tell them of their family, all she can do is offer comfort in the makeshift medical room she's made. They stay there with warm tea that does not sooth them, they listen to the way her voice flows through the room as she sings, as melodies as ancient and churning as the sea fill the air, as her bandages flow unending onto sprained ankles and cut arms. Some are worse than others, some she fears infection will find, some still are more grim and she must take them to another room to help them. All the while though that song continues as steady as a war-drum, as steady as the beating of her phoenix heart.

When once more Isra pulls her from the sick bay and forces food upon her again, when the Queen holds her close until her hands stop shaking, when the numbness returns and the darkness brightens just a little, she is forced away to take a break. For your health the storyteller whispers, ushering her down hallway after hallway until she's near to her library once more.

The smell of books on shelves calls to her, pulls her in until the doors are open and his scent hits her. The portrait left unfinished comes to mind - the painting of the man in white and silver crowned by the sun and mountains behind him that she's yet to put fully on canvas. A smile lights on her face, however weary, as the bright-hearted woman sees him bent over a tome as she often is when in these many walls. Moonlight glints through the high, arched windows, spilling on him like a lover pressed against his skin. So close, Moira had been so closely pressed against Asterion not too long ago - relief in the curve of her spine to see and old friend. Once more the feeling sweeps through her and she moves forward. The picture of grace as feet glide almost silently upon the floor.

"No more birds nor correspondences then, Eik?" How sweet it is to say his name, to feel it roll off of her tongue like honey, like home. "I can't believe you're here," the phoenix says at last, settling in on the bench beside him while bringing over a book from the shelves she'd intended to pick up again. "You've seen Denocte then, is it everything you hoped it would be?" A careful question posed, inquiry and curiosity twining together until she cannot tell if she hopes for him to like Denocte or not. As the silence stretches, she cannot help but to think it is more tedious than the death bell that tolls in the sick bay where she should have been, but this... To have left to find him will be a welcome reprieve for at least a few hours.
@Eik ;u; precious boy oml. thank you for this thread friend


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Eik — Day Court Emissary Signos: 2,835
▶ Played by Rae [pm] Posts: 192 — Threads: 26
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 27 — Atk: 33 — Exp: 52
▶ 10 [Year 493 Spring] Active Magic: Telepathy
▶ 15.3 hh Bonded: N/A
#3

He wonders if she realizes how special she is, this woman who floats instead of walking, who could command or console a crowd with the twist of the lips. Moira moves with a grace that is hard to wrap your mind around, made harder by sleep deprivation. She is quickly close enough that her smell (floral, medicinal, death turned sweet) collides with his (smoke, salt, questions) and the ancient taste of all the words surrounding them. Suddenly the library feels very small.  Smaller still when her warm voice fills the space that sits between them. "No more birds nor correspondences then, Eik?"

He wishes he could speak like that, like a song. In comparison, his response is plain. Bare-boned.

(There is something to be said for baring your bones, we just don't know what it is right now. Ask again later.)

"I had to see you for myself." Moira's presence makes him feel a little more daring, Isra's love makes him feel a little more open. Most of all he feels time changing, and it presses upon him a sense of urgent honesty. Solterra covered in snow, Delumine in ash, Terrastella sinking into the mud and Denocte a tattered safehaven for the injured and homeless. This might well be the end of the world, and he'd rather not spend it sitting behind sandstone walls waiting for something to happen. 

Whatever it was that drew him to Denocte, it was bigger than himself. He wanted to see the court, and Moira, and Asterion for himself, and he wanted to be sure that Isra was real. Still he wonders at the truth or illusion of her, and maybe he always will, at least a little bit-- belief never suited him. "You have a beautiful home," he says, and instantly he remembers saying this to her queen the night before. His cheeks grow warm in a pleasantly uncomfortable way. 

"I wish..." His voice drops even quieter as he prepares to confess something terrible, and even the sunlight seems to lean closer to listen. "I wish I could stay a while." The breath shakes in his chest as he feels, he feels, he feels so sad and so happy at the same time, and he hasn't the slightest idea how else to express it, except to sigh.

(Then again- you're used to feeling two different things at the same time. What is that thing they say, the more things change...)

A change in conversation is in order, and quickly. He grabs at the first thing that comes to mind. "You look tired, my friend." he had never been tactful with the truth. It was this way the first time they met, that brilliant morning when sleep fogged both their minds. Is this the way it will always be now-- always tired? 

Ah, but this day his fatigue is of a different nature than hers. His is a gleeful sort-- the sort where the body and mind persist, ever stubbornly, in fear that sleep will wash away the magic of the previous day. The dreamy blur at the edge of his eyes has nothing to do with a lack of sleep. He leans over to Moira, and gently places his muzzle to her poll before drawing away. The meaning is clear- I'm here. I care.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

E I K
the biggest ache was mine



@Moira Forgive me as I remember how to write! Having your words to reply to definitely made remembering easier <3

Time makes fools of us all


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Moira — Night Court Medic Signos: 1,095
▶ Played by e-cho [PM] Posts: 77 — Threads: 8
▶ Female [she/her/hers] Hth: 13 — Atk: 7 — Exp: 10
▶ 5 [Year 498 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.2 hh Bonded: N/A
#4
There is a weightlessness and a weight, a push and a pull, a changing of the tides in the room when he speaks. No, she cannot put her finger on it, cannot quite figure out what is so alluring about Eik, what is so comforting, and why they seem unable to meet at times when they've had a decent night's sleep. Is fatigue so evident on her face? Is at least half the world of death so easily seen upon her slim shoulders, shimmering along red and white veins like stars streaming through the night sky, telling a tale of something lost, something fallen? But she listens, she lets the world spin, spin, spin around her as the stars lean in and the light flutters in dancing dust motes that draw her golden eyes up and then back down. Down into a face of conflict and happiness before he asks to help.

But she has so many questions first. After all, he is not a dream from a sleepless night in the desert. The brush of skin against skin, the scent of a sin, sends a shock skittering down her spine. Cool is her face, schooled and calm as it should always have been, should remain, as he withdraws.

She is grateful at least for such a wonderful friend.

"Why can't you stay, Eik? You're welcome here anytime. With the world in an uproar, why rush into the arms of an awaiting flame, why not let yourself relax? You deserve as much." The words are nearly a hum, an order from a doctor to a patient, bordering on the edge of concern for a friend. She does not let her brow draw together when he looks into her darkened visage, she does not let that crispness of the world fade with each breath even when sleep beckons. The night is young. There's too much yet to be said, to pass.

At last she sighs, drawing herself inward, spooling in the thread until only the tail remains at the top, ready to be unraveled at the ends once more. Shining eyes turn from the man who feels like secrets now rather than the open book before, turn to the towers of books on the shelves and another one is brought to their tables. Absently she flips through the pages, looking at gardens and towering mountains and foggy caves beside the beech. Pouring over descriptions in the dim light as the silence grows longer, as her thoughts twirl faster. The dance is too fast, too fleeting, for her to keep up and keep it all straight. Everything is fraying, slipping apart, like rain through her fingers.

Finally she stops, staring at a large house and smiling faces, staring at the drawing she'd put in there, staring at the woman who is a mirror of herself and the man who stares adoringly at his wife. Staring... And her head falls to Eik's shoulder, ebony hair absently mixing along the white of Eik's, breath soft on his neck. Friends. "You feel heavier than before, but your shoulder is healed. I'm glad, and I'm fine, Eik. You saw Denocte and must have tasted the sea. Much happened, I've just been busy. Just...stay with me a while, won't you?"

For it is good to feel the sun peek out when he is near for even the length of a breath, to know the world still has good and bright things in it despite all that happens... And Eik, her friend, her desert dream... He is well and at last he is here. Maybe her mind will calm, maybe she would make a sleeping tonic once all of this was over.

@Eik ;o; you are breathtaking as always with your words, my friend !


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Eik — Day Court Emissary Signos: 2,835
▶ Played by Rae [pm] Posts: 192 — Threads: 26
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 27 — Atk: 33 — Exp: 52
▶ 10 [Year 493 Spring] Active Magic: Telepathy
▶ 15.3 hh Bonded: N/A
#5

"Why can't you stay Eik?"

There is a mournful look in his eyes. He tries to find the words to explain how staying too long would be like a betrayal. Maybe it wouldn't have before he made friends here, before he fell in love, but now things have become personal instead of political. And it might just be part of the game you play when you are Emissary, but Eik never put much value into games. He values duty and a job done well, and so he holds himself to a level of professionalism that does not leave room for his own desires.

The problem is that at the start of all this, he thought he didn't have a heart. At least, not one so bloody and so loud.

There is something of a demand in her tone, something he does not want to mess with. So he does not say what he's thinking out loud- "I do not deserve anything"- but the sentiment is so strong that he can't keep his magic from rudely announcing it to Moira Tonnerre and the rest of the library, all those books and scrolls and scraps of paper crammed into whatever space will take them. "I will stay as long as I can," he says at the same time that his thoughts silently fill the air, and the two sentiments (one a protest, the other a resignation) weave around each other messily.

The quiet then that saddles them, it is full of words unspoken. He's looking at the book before him but not seeing, instead he is feeling the undercurrent of her twirling thoughts. He senses her mind shifting and swaying but not the sentiment driving it. It is akin to standing on the bow of a ship and feeling the bobbing of the water, but not knowing how deep it is, or where it comes from, or which way it goes next. Of course, at any point he could pull the thoughts directly from her mind, and she would never even know, but he would never do such an intrusive thing to a friend.

It seems like a great weight off his shoulders when she suddenly leans against him. Her breath is warm and intimate on his neck and no small part of him is in awe at how easy it is to be here like this, at how right it feels. Her voice is a lullaby- "Just... stay with me a while, won't you?" to which he simply nods, and hums a soft "mmm" in agreement.

Eik does not want to speak of how he is torn between love and duty, because it is not in his nature to confide... but oh, love has made him weak, and duty has worn him thin, and he does not much feel like himself these days anyway. "Moira?" There is a question that sits in his chest, a question that he wants to ask everyone and anyone but he does not. It is a private question, or at least it feels private to him.  It is something he would only ever ask a very close friend. "What do you think about love?"

E I K
the biggest ache was mine



@Moira <3

Time makes fools of us all


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Moira — Night Court Medic Signos: 1,095
▶ Played by e-cho [PM] Posts: 77 — Threads: 8
▶ Female [she/her/hers] Hth: 13 — Atk: 7 — Exp: 10
▶ 5 [Year 498 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.2 hh Bonded: N/A
#6
Eik is an eddying current that constantly changes, once he was a dream, now he is a reality beside her screaming his thoughts into the darkness, into the echoing caverns of her ribcage. What he will not - cannot - say resonates around them like a funeral bell, bringing forth those who mourn and thoughts that seek to ease and sooth such unease. She does not comment on his emotions that hollow out a hole in her heart, only listens to the resignation in those glad and sad tones that draw her from the world she slips into so easily when her mind wonders down pathways long forgotten and covered in cobwebs.

The torrent shifts, a leaf twisting in the breeze, a butterfly starting tsunamis, and world spinning, spinning, spinning... Hesitance curls around his heart, curiosity bubbles restlessly in hers. "Mmm?" her only reply, eyes still closed as she leans in closer, a wing carefully extending to curl about him, to cover him in a warmth and comfort him in the only way she knows how. Skin to skin, heart to heart. He can be bare here, just as she can be reckless and curious and damned.

Ah, but love. Love. The phoenix does not expect the spark in her heart to ignite, the eye of a sleeping beast to open - one that has slumbered so long. Long enough that it forgot how to breathe, how to whisper into her ear, how to tell her what irresponsible things would make Estelle love her, how to gain the affections of a court and then throw it in their face, how to be a monster of skin and bone and fire and pain. Love… "It brought me here," she offers at last, glancing up at him beneath those long, dark lashes to trace a scalding path along the curve of Eik's cheek, down the length of his face until it brushes over his lips and onto his throat.

Her wing snaps back against her ribs, stifles the beast that purrs and pounds on locks and doors, begging to be set free again. "It's a rotten thing when left unchecked. Disaster follows in its wake. Horrors creep in its shadow. Oh, but it makes you feel alive... It makes you want to set the world on fire to see how it will burn and smile when you're the only one left. I think it's a terrible thing...to be in love. It makes fools of great beings and monsters or the purest. It makes you stupid... Are you in love, Eik?"

Now she's moving away, distance between them grows with every step, with every thought. They are not violent, merely sharp with cutting edges. If he reaches out he will feel her attention probing against his skin, digging into the weariness of him to find the source, to root it out. There is not a smile in his voice, and she wonders if she gave him the wrong response. But it is not a time to reflect on her words, Moira Tonnerre has seen nothing good come of those she loved and who should have loved her. So she gives him the only truth she knows and hopes... What she hopes for, she's yet to know.



@Eik =D


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