Private the sanctuary of our homes

Jezanna felt confusion and concern over the events that had recently transpired here in the Court. She was unsettled and she wanted nothing more than to understand. Why? What events had made this decision come to pass? So even as she wandered, she was restless. Once having a whole sky to call her playground, this was new to her. The idea that she could not go wherever she pleased.

She was not quick to forget the fact that even in her time here, she'd had yet to step foot outside Denocte, though she certainly would like to. Oftentimes when a decision is made for you, it is taking something from you, preventing something. Surely, there would be much time for her to "get out" as it were. The midnight woman knew very little of mortality, but she guessed she wouldn't simply drop dead one day. An inference, but an educated one at least.

In the meantime she would simply need to occupy her time from within the court. Jezanna had thought long and hard about whether there was anything she could do for these people who were now her fellow community, some who she might even consider friends. She didn't know that she had much to offer, but perhaps companionship and a hand was all that was needed. Perhaps just putting herself out there would help.

She passed doors that led to rooms she didn't know, faces she wasn't familiar with and corridors that would take her places she had never discovered before. Somewhere, in the crowd, in one of these rooms, in the court or the lands stretching beyond, were people she did know. Eidolon, the man she still tended to avoid for fear of lashing out at him. Aislinn, the stormsinger who had been her first introduction to this world. Rostislav, the warden who had spoken out at the meeting and in turn been spoken out against. Reichenbach, their curious king cloaked in shadows. She wondered what each of them was doing now.

"Speaking."