Callynite

The female moved quietly through Delumine, the land silent. It had been for a very long time since she'd seen the sovereign of Dusk Court in a while either, and it was leading the Court to feel stagnant, silent. She moved through the forest as the trees whispered to her, telling her small notes, details of what they'd overheard in gossip. She allowed them to talk before she quietly produced a letter, leaving it in a cross-section of the ley lines. "Deliver this to Andras, please. We have business to conduct" There was a shift in the lines, of the magic that swirled their as it took hold of its mistress note, whisking it away to her sovereign, where it would materialize in a dusting of her special brand of magic. 

The flowers leaned towards her, petals brushing the limbs of the doe as if in some layer of reassurance that what she was doing was right. She'd never been the sort to take over something. She had no leading experience. She was raised as an isolated fawn, even. A father who ran the forest, a ranger; and a mother who worked as a druid from their home. This was outside of her knowledge, her know-how. What was she thinking? Still, she smiled, nuzzling each little petal before she turned and started the trek to the steppe.

It would be her first time there, and perhaps that was even more terrifying for the red deer mix. She moved with graceful agility as she traveled, her green eyes watching the world around her as if expecting Andras to come out of nowhere any moment. There wasn't much she knew about it, and the little she did know seemed to paint him as a mysterious if not dangerous being. What would happen when he did meet her at the steppe, would she even make it out of this fight alive? Was she fooling herself into thinking she could do this?

She shook those thoughts off, her attention returning to where she was going as her hooves stepped onto a different terrain. Instantly the world was alive, concerned, worried, Mistress, mistress! Why are you here! Mistress, this is a place of danger, of pain. Oh, mistress. She smiled at the plants, tilting her head and dipping her muzzle towards them as they seemed to cling to her cloven hooves, "I am aware of the purpose of this place. I am here for a reason. For that reason." She straightened again, walking to the very center of the dirt and trodden grass circle, standing tall the deer was ready to face what might come. 

Her eyes closed, as she allowed herself to relax, to accept her decisions, what would be, what would come. Her senses reached out, with the ley lines, touching each plant, tree, and flower as they wished her luck, wished her success. Her eyes open as she waited to see if Andras would come if he would come to defend the title he has done so little with.

Let him come because Cally wasn't going to let her Court suffer any longer.



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