The stars are alive, child! Did you know that? Everything out there is alive, and there are grand purpose abroad!
She had met many soldiers in her time. Not in her six years as a princess. Guards yes, they had men and women, trained in brief gentle spars guarding the palace gates, and the kingdom borders. But not true soldiers, no one ready to go to battle, to protect the weak. But Elysium. Elysium had been full of them, many of them her friends, her people. The brotherhood was full of them, assassins, who she healed when needed, though she wasn’t long to them.
In Crucis she met some, Neeve ara, part of the kings guard, a bubbly naive little creature, sweet as the sap from the trees. Vander himself quite fierce, and many others. Heretic soldiers she met, and hated in crossing. Etain, the wolf queen, herself Io Kairavis main weapon. Cavalier, her beautiful love, who made a name of herself despite having eyes that served no purpose except in which Luvena could lose herself.
But Lyrus had been the breeding ground for warriors. Long home to the fiercest of the land, filled with fighters who would stop at nothing to defend their beliefs. Who Vega blessed with the fiercest of spirits, and the strongest forms. Galileo, Syrilth, and so many more. Eremurus would have been well on his way to it. Perhaps she too, would have joined them, had Elysium not been stolen away from them.
She had met more in Novus still, Galileo, once more. Below Zero, a woman who wished to serve as one. El Toro, who had managed nothing other than to call her Luvely before getting on his merry way. And more still, so many she had lost count. And still there was no end to their coming and goings. She had met no individuals with more drive then a fighter, no one else with that same passion, whether they used it to harm or protect, it burned through each and every one of them.
She was determined to burn just as brightly.
Though flames made her head spin in terror, made her heart plummet to her hooves. She longed to burn as brightly as the torches that lit the night court, when Caligo’s moon rose above them. To let that light shine through the spaces between her ribs, and the gap between her withers. To give everyone else something else to stare at, besides her weary bones.
The night court was louder at night then it was in the day. People milled around regardless, but at night the markets lit up in sequence with the stars, and the court came to life. Entertainers danced in the streets. In the city square, a woman, with braided hair danced in a circle around the fountain, her tresses dampened by the mist. Others stood to the side, their music bringing the performance to life. One played a violin, a instrument she had learned from mesnyi, though this one was played differently, each movement of the bow releasing a quick note, the perfect tune for footwork. Another sung, lilting lyrics, about the day Caligo had taken the sunlight.
She settled herself against one of the walls to watch, taken by the performance. She watched others gather too, to come see. Her gaze was caught by an outlier, a large man, who for whatever reason, seemed out of place in the court. Perhaps he came from elsewhere, on his way to the markets. Or perhaps he was from night, and she simply hadn’t seen him before. Curious, she wove through the crowd towards him, dropping a coin in the violin case on her way.
“Enjoying the show?” she asked casually, her voice barely singing over the violin.
@Tristan
In Crucis she met some, Neeve ara, part of the kings guard, a bubbly naive little creature, sweet as the sap from the trees. Vander himself quite fierce, and many others. Heretic soldiers she met, and hated in crossing. Etain, the wolf queen, herself Io Kairavis main weapon. Cavalier, her beautiful love, who made a name of herself despite having eyes that served no purpose except in which Luvena could lose herself.
But Lyrus had been the breeding ground for warriors. Long home to the fiercest of the land, filled with fighters who would stop at nothing to defend their beliefs. Who Vega blessed with the fiercest of spirits, and the strongest forms. Galileo, Syrilth, and so many more. Eremurus would have been well on his way to it. Perhaps she too, would have joined them, had Elysium not been stolen away from them.
She had met more in Novus still, Galileo, once more. Below Zero, a woman who wished to serve as one. El Toro, who had managed nothing other than to call her Luvely before getting on his merry way. And more still, so many she had lost count. And still there was no end to their coming and goings. She had met no individuals with more drive then a fighter, no one else with that same passion, whether they used it to harm or protect, it burned through each and every one of them.
She was determined to burn just as brightly.
Though flames made her head spin in terror, made her heart plummet to her hooves. She longed to burn as brightly as the torches that lit the night court, when Caligo’s moon rose above them. To let that light shine through the spaces between her ribs, and the gap between her withers. To give everyone else something else to stare at, besides her weary bones.
The night court was louder at night then it was in the day. People milled around regardless, but at night the markets lit up in sequence with the stars, and the court came to life. Entertainers danced in the streets. In the city square, a woman, with braided hair danced in a circle around the fountain, her tresses dampened by the mist. Others stood to the side, their music bringing the performance to life. One played a violin, a instrument she had learned from mesnyi, though this one was played differently, each movement of the bow releasing a quick note, the perfect tune for footwork. Another sung, lilting lyrics, about the day Caligo had taken the sunlight.
She settled herself against one of the walls to watch, taken by the performance. She watched others gather too, to come see. Her gaze was caught by an outlier, a large man, who for whatever reason, seemed out of place in the court. Perhaps he came from elsewhere, on his way to the markets. Or perhaps he was from night, and she simply hadn’t seen him before. Curious, she wove through the crowd towards him, dropping a coin in the violin case on her way.
“Enjoying the show?” she asked casually, her voice barely singing over the violin.
@Tristan
