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The sun shone in its last light, tilting down over the horizon and covering the world in violet, scarlet, and rose, saturated with deep, soul-warming gold.  Lying on her side, letting the last of the heat drench her body as she lightly dozed, and the young herbalist was, for the first time since she’d left Helovia, at peace.
 
The sound of the last insects making their way home droned over her through the hazy air, and occasionally, her exposed ear flickers, dispelling one of the little critters which alighted upon it, or her wild mass of rippling, white tail flutters up to drowsily swish along her butter-cream flanks.  The promise of the arriving evening was not filled with a trepidation of what awaited her in the deepening darkness, as it had been in the Rift; instead, she looked forward to rising from her nap, to look upon the myriad array of stars, that were so many that the whole sky seemed to be made of a thin black gauze, through which the very light of creation sought to break through at last.
 
Unsure of the moon phases, but sure enough from the night prior that it would be about half full, she’s not even worried about the dark, and quite comforted by the presence of the half orb, already making her gauzy appearance in the dusk-light.  Though the girl knows, as she opens her eyes, and looks up at the heavens, that the light shining there is not her Goddess, as she has come to view the moon, part of her still feels as if she is there, regardless.  Somehow, through time and space, they all still were.
 
Wishing she could go back in time and tell Otem this, while they had wept over their mothers and their lost home, the girl recollects, also, her promise to the girl.  Suddenly roused, Maude rolls over onto her belly, her knees raised before her, and gently sets her chin atop them, to look out across the horizon.
 
Humming the melody aloud, she begins to rework the stanzas in her head, and watches the night slowly cloak the world of Novus.

 

how to be brave
how to love when I'm afraid


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Jude
Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to heaven?



There is a stronger sense of peace now since finding Isorath.. The mad quest in pursuit of a prince had somehow not been in vain. Jude’s tears have subsided for the moment but he is far from comfortable. There is a sense of discomfort and uncertainty about this place. Why would Isorath wish to stay in a place where they live like cattle? God forbid they have a proper bed to sleep on or even a decent place to bathe.  For once he shirks the flower crown and settles merely for a single rose to clasp the tendrils of his pink hair together in a ponytail. It feels as though it has been ages since he’s been truly clean and he tries to restrain his dissatisfaction with it all. Darkness creeps in and perhaps it’s unwise of him to be wandering alone in some foreign place, but he’s been on his own up until recently. Jude departs from Isorath and decides to wander quietly, to be alone with his thoughts. 

Vectaeryn had been lonely in its own way. Many of his days were spent alone in his garden surrounded by his orchids and roses, listening to the ripple of the waterfall in his koi pond. Hours upon hours were spent in silence with nothing but his brush against a canvas. Had he even been happy back in his homeland or did he give that up out of dissatisfaction as well? It’s impossible for him to figure out what his mind and heart wants. For now, he must continue the search for his prodigal cat and reunite himself with his beloved feline.

He walks for awhile long and stares up at the sky with a quiet contemplative look. How many nights has he stared up at the same sky as Isorath despite the distance? He shuts his eyes and heaves a slow sigh until he can hear the sound of music. Slowly his head turns and his eyes fix on a figure a short distance away and all he can wonder is how he didn’t notice them. Jude stands awkwardly, shifting on his feet as he tries to figure out whether to say hello but ultimately retreats back into his shell. Words get choked on the edge of his tongue and his tail twitches as his eyes fall to the ground… At least this time he isn’t crying. 



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This styling is also nice for some non-obtrusive OOC credits, wordcount or banter. Don't forget that divider up there.

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florentine

Night ebbed in, shadows creeping forth across the fields. Twilight light brushed across the skies with hues of teal and gold. The clouds were lazy and restful, idly drifting their way towards the sun.
 
It was of no surprise then, that the world below also slipped so steadily into slumber. Grasses became more shadowed, dusk flies gathered in groups, dancing to a song only they could hear.
 
All was still. All was peaceful, but for the buttercream girl who dances through the meadow. How many times had she danced here? How many grasses already recognized her nimble feet and slender legs? How many flowers turned with sleepy eyes to watch the flower girl pass by, adorned in the colours of their meadow?
 
This gloaming is no different tonight and the girl still dances, her eyes upon the growing starlight. She dances for her heart is heavy and she begs her limbs to be light where it cannot. She dances for she fears, if she were to stop, she may turn to stone – so heavy is she with sorrow.
 
There is a song upon the wind, a melody Flora cannot name and does not know. It puts wings beneath her limbs, lightens her step and chases the sorrowful, ghostly words from her mind: he will never be able to love you, and now, neither will I.
 
Bexley’s words ebb away for the aching beauty of the meadow song and Florentine turns, all gold and flowers, to pursue the voice that eases her so. There is a boy ahead, as pink as the sunset sky, but unlike that bold, bold sky, he is soft and hesitant. He lingers beyond the song, close enough to hear, far enough away to guard himself.
 
The girl, the emissary, ever keen to draw her people together, slips beside him, a wing running along his side, as soft as the petals that tumble from her mane. Amethyst eyes gleam at him as she passes, owl soft, “Come, I think we both need some peace tonight.” Her smile is bright, but it is only shimmering gauze across a black chasm of worry.
 
Florentine turns to the other girl of butterscotch and cream. The song from the girls lips beckon her down and her eyes flee from the music girl, for just a moment, to watch that the boy of pink comes to truly join them.  “Don’t let us disturb you, you sing too well for that.” Dusk’s Emissary chimes to Maude as she too finds rest amidst the somnolent grasses.

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She doesn’t notice the boy when he arrives, simply stretching forward the melody of the song in her head, and looping it whenever she found lyrics in need of extra polishing. To be honest and perfectly fair, though, Maude might not have noticed a full grown dragon thundering through the meadows, she was so involved in her art; a nearly silent, shy boy was easy to miss.

When the woman arrives, however, the color of watery sunlight and as cheerful as the flowers which seemed to grow from her vast bounty of rippling hair, Maude does notice her presence, though most assuredly not right away. If Jude follows after the mare as he’s asked, it’s not until the woman starts to talk to the butter-cream and ginger maiden directly that the youth comes out of her writer’s reverie to notice the two of them at all.

Immediately smiling, though also somewhat surprised (a tiny gasp escaping her lips), the girl tilts her head with a bemused smile lighting her lips, in odd contrast to the small treks of tears that had slipped from her eyes while she pondered how best to reword her words. Feeling pride swell in her heart that just her humming was so well received, the girl turns her pale green eyes towards the strange, friendly mare, and looks also at the shy stranger. It was hard to tell what gender they were; she’d wait to decide until they said something, if they ever did.

"Oh, thank you," she answers, indeed breaking her song away (as she’d just been asked to not do, and quite oblivious to it, as well). She looks out at the last, ruddy rays of the sun extending up over the horizon, and sighs. "Some day, I’ll finish it. I’m afraid all but the melody are in awful shambles at this moment."

Her promise is given to no one in particular; perhaps it just resonates alongside the one she’d made Otem, all those weeks ago. Regardless, she does truly intend to complete the piece, even if, sometimes, it was very painful to try and piece together.

"I’m Maude," she tells the woman joining her in the grass, but also the rose-tinted stranger with the doe-like eyes, "are you guys new here, too?


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how to love when I'm afraid


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Jude
Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to heaven?

He is questioning his decision to slip from the Dusk Court, to part from his prince and delve into the unknown. Jude quivers and can spot another figure come up alongside of him. She is a stranger. It has never been in his nature to so casually embrace the strange faces of a strange land, so when he feels the lightest brush of feathers against his skin he can feel his whole body grow tense. There is no Isorath to hide behind. What perhaps might’ve been an act of gentle coercion only awakens fear that deeply roots itself in his belly. For a moment he opens his mouth to speak but only a choked noise comes out. Within these moments he desperately longs for the company of his cat.

The other woman moves closer but Jude can’t find the courage to move. His feet remained planted and his leonine, tail twitched with agitation, his mind moving a million miles an hour. It is not until there is a question aimed his way that he is yanked from his mind. Both eyes fix on the mare and he remains a mess of whatever has come over him. After several deep breaths he manages to blurt out one answer.
 “YES!” He bleats and he realizes he’s practically shouted. Beside his fear is now a lingering sense of embarrassment which only brings the tears to his eyes.



 "a second option."



This styling is also nice for some non-obtrusive OOC credits, wordcount or banter. Don't forget that divider up there.

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florentine


The grasses tickle at her knees as she brushes a wing along the pink boy’s side. As if the touch of Flora’s feathered wing was the stare of Medusa’s eyes, he turns as firm as rock. Where once his skin was soft and supple and so, so warm, now he is hard and unyielding; a sculpture forged from fear.
 
She paints the boy with amethyst as her eyes drift over him with silent curiosity. Never had she known such fear – enough that it could bind and paralyze - for Florentine has always been too brave, too bold and too wild.
 
She settles beside the young singer, the hazy sunlight to Maude’s own rich gold. The grasses, spun in moonlight and starlight begin to sway, as readily moved by the evening breeze as the clouds across the sky. When the younger girl finishes her song, even after Florentine’s appeal, the flower girl feels its loss. She hears the sigh of the fields, its many voices rising up to fill the spaces left by Maude’s melody.
 
“Don’t let Denocte steal you away.” Florentine says at last with a smile as her amethyst gaze, limned in gold and orange, trickles across the fine carvings of the evening’s singer. “They enjoy the company of those who can sing. I should hate to start a war over you.” Never has that playful smile slipped from her golden lips, not once has the mischievous gleam snuffed out from her eyes.
 
YES. Florentine startles.
 
Through her thick, thick fringe of flowers and gold, the Dusk girl peers up to the rose boy, the fields still singing with his bleat. “Well,” she chirps, quite astounded by the way the boy slipped from stone to… loud, in a matter of moments. “Welcome. Both of you.” Florentine’s gaze lingers thoughtfully upon Jude for a moment longer before slipping away like water, to pool again within Maude’s eyes, “I am not so new, but still new-ish I suppose. My name is Florentine, I am the Emissary here.”

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While the boy stands rigid and afraid, as if a mouse paused mid-step to peer at the hawk-shadowed sky, the two ladies gently ease into conversation. Maude had a little brother quite like this stranger; he was quiet and shy, and had often kept to the desert, stuck to his mother’s side, unlike her other sibling. Of course, she’d never met her Jude, only Byron, but, thankfully, her little brother had lots of stories to share about the life he and his twin shared in the deserts of the Throat.

She thinks of them now and feels her own throat tighten, the fear that she may never see Byron again, and might never meet Jude at all suddenly looming within her thoughts, like a sheet of ice water that perpetually came crashing down over her head, time and time again. Trying her best to remain warm on the outside, despite the chill brooding within her heart, the maiden smiles and carries on with the conversation, while the wind lightly touches the wet tracks of her quieted tears; she was getting better at pretending that everything was okay, she supposed.

"Denocte?" repeats Maude; the realm by name alone sounded quite lovely. Having not heard the Novus name for her own present land, or any other, for that matter, the enchanting, almost magical syllables by which Florentine calls the realm of Night draws Maude in like a weary traveler to a warm fireside. Her laughter comes more easily as she drifts away from thoughts of her family, torn apart by disaster, and lingers on the silly notion of wars being started over someone misplaced as her, and the wonderful, fairy tale image of the realms of Denocte still swirling in the background of her thoughts.

The pink maned colt’s sudden burst of vocalization steals away whatever reply Maude had formulated; turning her eyes towards him with her own, soft smile at play. Wondering if she should stand, she decides that, whether it was rude or not, she would rather remain right where she was, and simply continues moving her eyes to and from each of her new acquaintances from her comfortable patch in the grass.

"Thank you, miss Florentine," says Maude, not sure what else to say, really. Sighing contentedly as she looks out on the last, lingering beams of the setting sun, she returns her light green eyes to the pink-tinted youth, gesturing next to herself on the grass with her ginger muzzle. "You can sit here, if you want. It’s a good spot to watch the sunset, and its almost over."


how to be brave
how to love when I'm afraid


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Jude
Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to heaven?

Jude can feel the waves of embarrassment. He is ready to retreat back into his shell, hide away where that blatant shift in pitch never happened. How is he to ever adapt to this new surrounding if he can’t even open his mouth like a normal person? Misery ebbs from him like a quiet tide, washing against shores of his mind and soaking through to his being. He fights back the tears, desperate to cling to what is left of his perceived dignity. In truth, he wants to stay, wants to fill the long hours he spends alone, wasting away with the passing hours of the daylight. Nothing fills his days anymore, not even the soft brush strokes on the page as they once had. Painting has lot it’s sheen and leaves a mere sense of dissatisfaction lingering in his chest. Nothing comes out the way he wants anymore.

For once, he doesn’t clamber away and flee. He lingers. The yellow mare offers a quiet welcome and the younger one resting only seems to take it all in. Now is the time to retreat his mind whispers. Run, run, run. They’re eyes are on you. Instead he inches closer and decides to lay himself down into the grass, eyes fixing on the ground with tendrils of pink falling like a veil over his gaze. If he can’t see them perhaps it will ease his loss of words.
“My na-name is Jude,” he says, his voice falling into soft pitches hardly above a whisper. Perhaps for once he won’t merely wilt at the very idea of conversation.



 "a second option."



This styling is also nice for some non-obtrusive OOC credits, wordcount or banter. Don't forget that divider up there.


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florentine


They were quite a trio. This hesitant boy with delicate, feminine curves and lips and eyes so shy. Florentine blinks as she surveys him and then Maude with her wet, wet cheeks and smile that swept sweetness and sorrow into a tangle. Beside them, upon her place of bedded down grass, Flora is a sister piece of Maude’s own smile.
 
Between the three of them, made of terrible pasts and memories of those they can no longer see, walk ghosts unseen but tangible by the fear and sorrow they leave upon their hearts.
 
Oh she still misses the young girl’s singing, even if it was a song for the tears that dry slowly upon caramel cheeks.
 
Denocte?
 
It is a question and draw’s Florentine’s gaze from where it had slipped away towards the setting sun. “Yes. Have you not been?” Surprise colours its way through the flower girl’s question and she thinks it quite a shame that one might not ever see Denocte with its bonfire heart.
 
“Have you?” She asks the boy with coral skin and tines like porcelain. “If not, I shall have to take you both. Where we are made with the shiver of awakening stars, they are made of moons that never sleep. They dance when we sleep and light the world with flames. If you enjoy singing, Maude, we should go.”
 
Jude. Had the flower girl not heard his name in passing before and known him to be a boy, the she might have assumed otherwise. His skin has darkened to a rosy blush in the gloaming and the light is falling from the sky and shrouding them in darkness.
 
Slim and delicate, Jude lowers himself to the ground, his body finding rest with little more that a sigh of twilight breath. “I am afraid it is not as comfortable here as Isorath’s cushions but the grass is really quite pleasant and the sun is nearly gone. We should enjoy it whilst it lasts.” Florentine looks from the boy of porcelain and petals, to the girl of songs and honey and then out, out to the bleeding-heart sky.

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She is clothed with strength and dignity, 
and she laughs without fear of the future 





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