The battle field calls to her, it beckons her like a lost child in search of her mother. Her first experience upon the battlefield was not the outcome she had intended, but it had been practice for what she knew would come later. So many things had happened since her battle with Asterion. So many things were different and other things changing just as quickly as she breathes. And yet, the battlefield has always been a safe haven for Katniss, something that calms her spirits and eases her mind when she finds it hard to focus and think.

But as her steps draw closer to the Steppe, she can hear the soft calling of music. It is a strange sound to hear, almost as though there is a fanfare that is welcoming her. But Katniss is weary. Something doesn’t seem quite right and it causes her to be suspicious of what lies ahead.

As she steps onto the fields of battle, her eyes travel over a large patch of wild flowers that she doesn’t remember ever being there. They move and sway to the rhythm of the music and although it is soothing, she is cautious.

As the wild flowers engulf her legs, she can feel the way they harshly brush against her legs. They are hard, formed from a material that is not plant matter at all. Head dips lower and she eyes the flowers carefully and takes note of the way they appear. It is almost as if these flowers are diamonds, and emeralds, and amethysts. They come in all colors, of gemstones she does not recognize. These are unnatural. Magic is at play. And while she should welcome the feeling of magic, she cannot help but think that these flowers are a bad omen to come.

@Random Events

The traveler has left the Day Court in search of something more. It’s hot in the desert and the heat is suffocating. Perhaps what is more suffocating is the way the inhabitants cry for their fallen queen. The way they all lead with their emotions is something that has disgusted the mare from the moment she set foot in Solterra. The only breath of fresh air had been the new king. While she might not like to admit such a thing, she found him intriguing. And better yet, she found that his methods were appealing. HE was creating chaos and she was loving every minute of it.

And yet, she was searching for more.

She begins her exploration of this new land by heading south, beyond the southern boarders of the Day Court. She travels through the mountains until she comes upon the Steppe. It is here that she sees the figure of several others who have come to pay homage to the magic that seems to welcome them. They are captivated by the wild flowers that grow within the Steppe and they are entranced by the music that flows through the wind. Targwyn, however, is cautious. She has seen magic like this. It’s young, unpredictable. She does not step too close for she has no idea what this magic is or who has summoned it.

Instead, she comes to stand just on the outer rim of the flowers, her eyes peering down at the petals. Something about them is not right, the way they bend and move like real flora, but they are jagged and sharp as if they are made from the toughest diamonds. She extends her leg to brush against the flowers, the sharpened edge cutting through her skin like a sharpened knife. But she does not flinch. Instead, her eyes look down at the flowers and she smiles, her grin pulling at the corners of her lips in a sick, seditious way.

@Random Events

It is the music that he hears first. Something about the soothing way it travels around him causes him to involuntarily follow it. It calls to him like a ghost in the night. And yet, there is something beautiful about it. He can hear Dierdre’s voice, even Ariannah’s voice, in the way that the pitch changes. It brings on memories of lovers lost and it makes his heart ache for something that he allowed to fall away. Something about all of this seems wrong, and yet, it seems completely right.

But as he follows the music to the gathering of flowers, he cannot help but look around him. He sees a place he’s never ventured before. The earth is stained in blood and he can smell the metallic scent of blood with each step he takes. But as his eyes take in the scenery, he takes notice of the large patch of flowers that clash so brightly against the brown hues of the canyon. The flowers seem out of place and he wonders briefly how such beauty could survive in a place drowned out in blood.

And then he realizes that the flowers, which are not ordinary flowers, cannot be natural. Everything from their appearance to their location seems carefully planned. Magic. He knows magic all too well and he can see that there is magic here.

But Rhone is not the only one here. He sees others. Others who are curious and others who are cautious. Rhone does not fear the dangers of magic. While he has seen both the good and the bad, he cannot help but only see the beauty in what has been gathered here today. And as he stands just within the perimeter of the flowers, he sighs. He is utterly content, unknowing just how dangerous this magic could truly be.

@Random Events

FLOWERS! He had heard the rumors that there were some mysterious flowers that had blossomed just south of Solterra. He had no reason to stick behind in the desert, nothing really seeming to tie him to the land. After the fall of the sovereign, Saphrax had kept a low profile, which was quite hard for him to do if not because of his personality, then most definitely by his appearance. How the fuck was a flaming bird supposed to hide out?

Wings took him to the sky, traveling easily and quickly over the ever-changing terrain. He took extra time as he passed over a river or lake, to peer down at his reflection. After all, he had to look extra good for any ladies who might have been drawn to the flowers. Each feather had to be perfectly placed, each patch of fur perfectly groomed. He was probably (no, he was) the sexiest son of a bitch in Novus.

As he comes upon the wildflowers, he dives in for a perfect landing. Although, instead of trampling what he assumed would be normal flowers, he cannot help but be a little taken aback by the fact that these flowers were not exactly flowers in the normal sense. They were made of a much more durable material. No matter what they were made of, they were beautiful, like him.

He gathered up a mouthful of beautiful flowers and began to strut his way around the Steppe, coming up to each and every mare he could find and offering her a bouquet of flowers. Girls like flowers, didn’t they?

@Random Events

Fuck the closing of the boarders. Somnus could kiss her ass if he thought that a little boarder closing would keep her locked up until the end of time. She didn’t care if there was a monster on the lose, the talk of magic had her wanting to get out and stretch her legs.

The jaunt over to the Steppe was a quick one, one in which she stuck close to the tree line, allowing the shadows to hide her cover. Sloane had never been one to simply run out into the open and expose herself like some did. Something told her that magic flowers in the middle of a barren field was a trap. Surely something was just waiting for her to even look at the flowers before attacking. No. Sloane was smarter than that.

The mare arrived at sunup, watching the flowers cautiously from the cover of trees. She watched as one, two, three, and more kept coming. Some stood in the flowers, some took the flowers, some just stood there looking at the flowers. She did this until the sun began to set. So far, no one had been attacked, killed, zapped, teleported, or anything of that matter. In fact, nothing really seemed to happen to them.

And so, when she was sure that she was alone, she began to step from her hiding spot within the shadows. Slowly, she stepped closer to the flowers to get a better look at them. She noticed that they glistened far more than normal flowers, almost as if the light was reflecting off water from an April shower. But there had been no rain.

As she came up upon the flowers, she saw just why the flowers were glistening. The flowers weren’t plants, not exactly. They were made from gemstones. It was an add thing, but it was enough to make her cautious. If their material wasn’t enough to put her on edge, the music that played through the wind was enough to irritate her and make her uneasy. What sort of set up was this? And so, she just watched them, unwilling to really interact with them for fear of the unknown. She wanted to understand why these flowers were here and what their purpose was. She needed to understand everything there was about them.

@Random Events