ARAXES
tender heart
The champion had come out on top, at last.
Healing had taken a long while, and she still bore faint scars under a speckled coat. Araxes at least now walked without a limp to her step, and her mane was at last braided again, her tail knot free and dragging behind her. After so many weeks cooped up in the Court itself, it was good to step outside the doors and breathe in the fresh air once more, to step down in to the courtyards, the markets, among the others of Denocte. She was healed at last from her wounds, and it felt good to move around again and find friendly faces.
Much had happened, she knew, since her injuries had been sustained. The Day Court had lost their leader, the one that had stirred the pot in the beginning and formed such tensions between the two. Not only that, but it seemed there was much happening with Reich and the Dusk Court as well. It seemed the air was rife with tensions of a different sort, thick here and there, bringing with them the stench of drama.
Ara was simply glad to be away from such things, to carefully pick her way through the Night Court market and find herself at a courtyard with blossoms and herbs. A wonderful place to be this fine day, to allow herself to simply bask in the sun and the scents around her.
Healing had taken a long while, and she still bore faint scars under a speckled coat. Araxes at least now walked without a limp to her step, and her mane was at last braided again, her tail knot free and dragging behind her. After so many weeks cooped up in the Court itself, it was good to step outside the doors and breathe in the fresh air once more, to step down in to the courtyards, the markets, among the others of Denocte. She was healed at last from her wounds, and it felt good to move around again and find friendly faces.
Much had happened, she knew, since her injuries had been sustained. The Day Court had lost their leader, the one that had stirred the pot in the beginning and formed such tensions between the two. Not only that, but it seemed there was much happening with Reich and the Dusk Court as well. It seemed the air was rife with tensions of a different sort, thick here and there, bringing with them the stench of drama.
Ara was simply glad to be away from such things, to carefully pick her way through the Night Court market and find herself at a courtyard with blossoms and herbs. A wonderful place to be this fine day, to allow herself to simply bask in the sun and the scents around her.
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