now her hand is raised,
a sword to pierce the sun.
with iron she defends the faithful
let chaos be undone.

















There was little keeping Margot inside the walls of the Dusk Court. For all the books the walls sheltered and all the other mythical beings of wing and horn that it housed, nothing was more interesting to a girl who had spend every day of her life trapped behind windows and locked doors. While her wounds healed she dared not to make any journeys that might be too taxing, but for now she set her sights on the places closer to home and the landmarks of Denocte - the lake, for example. She had never seen open water before, aside from he view the towers of the Night court offered. She'd never heard seagulls or waves, felt warm sand beneath her hooves or mushy lake silt. To Margot, everything was a brand new experience  - it was as if she had been deaf, dumb and blind.

To the lake she had journeyed at an ambling pace, something between a walk and a trot. She was hasty and excited, but daren't run faster than her gangly pacing would allow for fear of opening the wounds to her feet and fetlocks; she'd spent hours soaking those and having them patched up. To open them all over again would be painful and a real tragedy.

First she heard it - the beating of the lakes shore, and soon after she could smell the fresh earthiness of the water and all the plants that surrounded it. Most of the scents were pleasant and sweet, though there were some that reminded her of all things foul and rotten; perhaps it was the algae or water weed that made such a stink?
By now a wide smile has bewitched her countenance, one so wide it seemingly lit her entire atmosphere as she danced over the reeds and waterlillies. Margot had never seen anything like it, and to look into the waves and see nothing but foam was truly a sight for sore eyes. 

@Isorath