Her mind is reeling, her thoughts rum rampant. She’s here in this new land, this new place. Something is calling for her and she cannot help but wonder just who is calling out to her. She doesn’t know anyone here. She cannot sense her demonic siblings. Her heart cannot feel the closeness of Metaphor. Her heart aches for the stallion she misses so much, the one person who has been able to break down her walls and cause her to feel something other than duty. He’s softened her, broken down her armor and made her more human.
It’s a strange feeling to be so vulnerable, to feel as though you would die for one single person. It’s something Katniss has never experienced before and it was something that she was honestly afraid of. Feeling herself so vulnerable felt unnatural to the warrior. The feelings that Metaphor was able to pull from her heart had only been a mystery to the silver black mare and yet, he had found them. He had brought to light a part of her that she never knew existed.
And yet, despite how terrified the feelings made her feel…they helped her grow.
As she steps foot into the night court, she lets out a gentle calling, alerting others that she was here and that she was no threat. Unlike her usual confident pose, her neck hung low, almost as if it were a submissive action. She was not here to cause trouble. In fact, she was here to help. Perhaps it was the recent disasters that called for her. Whatever the reason, she was here.
Her gaze looks to the east, to the west, and then straight in front of her. She cannot see anyone, but she can sense that they are here. “I mean you no harm…” She still searches for the bodies of the inhabitants, hoping that someone might come to greet her. She can hardly help this court if she doesn’t know a single soul. “My name is Katniss and I’m here to help.” While she misses the feeling of Metaphor against her skin giving her confidence, she can’t help but wonder what sort of things might befall here her in Novus. Perhaps she would find purpose here…or perhaps even find love. It has only taken the mare ten years, but she is finally ready for something more.
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