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Current Novus date and time is

▶ 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.


Character of the Season
El Toro

Member of the Season

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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Eulalie — Dawn Court Tactician Signos: 20
▶ Played by Katherine [PM] Posts: 47 — Threads: 13
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 11 — Atk: 9 — Exp: 10
▶ 8 [Year 495 Summer] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.3 hh Bonded: Tabbris (Gryphon)

The stress of the situation they had been thrust into was doing more harm than the good of having a talented healer to help their son was. Eulalie laid beside Regist, whose health seemed to change from moment to moment as she watched. She worried that each time she blinked she might miss something, might lose him. But the prince was as brave and strong as ever, holding on through it all.

He’d been awake for awhile now, long enough to see his father off as Somnus took a day to himself to hopefully unwind. But Eulalie could see the sheen of sweat on her son’s skin, the tired shadow in his eyes. So she’d gotten him to lay down so that she might read him a story. Her words weaved a world full of fantasy. Dangers abound, brave knights, powerful heroes. A world in which, like most tales, good won out over evil and everybody lived happily ever after.

The ivory woman smiled wistfully as she read, watching as slowly Regis was lulled to sleep. When at last his breathing was steady Eulalie set the book aside and, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek, stood to leave. Alba had remained behind Somnus, a connection to him should they need it, and the barn owl dutifully watched over the sleeping boy as she often did these days.

As she made her way to the door she asked Tabbriss to remain as well, and to not allow anyone that he did not trust into the room. She knew he would stand guard outside the doors as long as was asked of him. She also knew that the list of who he trusted was very short and consisted of, at most, around three individuals.

Eulalie’s steps traced an invisible path through the citadel halls, past staff and various other citizens of the court. Many, she was sure, looked on at her with pity. The mother with an ailing son. She did not meet their eyes however, her dark gaze looking straight ahead and yet at nothing. There was a weary set to her shoulders, a concerned crease to her brow.

Her meandering ended her in the great hall, quiet on a summer day when most were enjoying the time outside. She settled in at a table and her eyes occupied themselves in the grain of the wood, following the patterns it made. At some point a cup of tea, warm and relaxing, was placed before her and she gave a fleeting but grateful smile to the woman who set it down.

Eulalie was still lost in her mind when a shadow fell over her. She didn’t know how long they had been standing their for, hadn’t even heard them arrive in her trance, but the ivory woman glanced up to face the intruder on her thoughts, speaking before really looking, “Can I do something for you?”

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this is brave, this is bruised
this is who i'm meant to be, this is me

Atreus — Dusk Court Champion of Healing Signos: 5
▶ Played by Dingo [PM] Posts: 29 — Threads: 3
▶ Male [he/him/his] Hth: 25 — Atk: 15 — Exp: 25
▶ 9 [Year 493 Fall] Active Magic: Potionmaster
▶ 16.1 hh Bonded: N/A
over the moaning bones
of those who quit and chose to remain
Things were… complicated. Just as they had always been. Just as Atreus preferred them to be.

His grand entrance into Delumine had garnered quite a crowd, but he’d only had eyes for the gilded form of his brother. He’d looked on at the now Sovereign with a poisonous smile, spilling words of faux melancholy and spinning wicked tales of just how much he had missed his dearest brother. In the eyes of a stranger, they might have seemed sincere and genuine, but there was murder hidden behind the silken curtains of his performance.

Holding to his promise despite it all, Atreus had tended to the sickly boy born of his brother and the most likely the woman who had stood mostly silently at his side. What exactly ailed him was still a mystery to be uncovered, one that the roan was unfathomably thrilled to solve no matter the temptation to extinguish the already weak flame that remained within the scrawny dun. Later, maybe, depending on how the rest of his stay went.

The better part of morning had already come and gone, the reds and purples of sunrise giving way to a bland sky of blue above Delumine. He didn’t have plans to visit the crown Prince today, having giving him a cocktail of ingredients that were meant to alleviate his coughs and increase his pitiful appetite the day prior. It was up to his parents to find him if anything seemed amiss with the boy, so until they sought him out, he had every intention of exploring the western side of Novus and prying into the lives of its residents.

Making his way through the citadel, Atreus idly considered the differences between it and the one standing in Terrastella, but when he found himself standing in the great hall, his attention was immediately pulled to a form he easily recognized. Pale gold dusted by freckles, hair of honey braided up and out of the way – Somnus’ other half and mother to his one and only patient.

Winding his way closer, Atreus pushed a complacent smile to his dark lips and came to stand beside her, only feet apart. Her question seemed idle, but as he tipped his nose toward the mare to regard her, he answered pleasantly. “Oh, I do hope I’m not being a bother,” he said, exchanging his smile for a brief frown as though worried he was being a pest. “I saw you alone and merely saw an opportunity to speak with you, is all. I regret to say that I don’t even know your name, my dear.”


be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive

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