JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
Diplomacy, further education, expanding of minds and hearts. Those are the reasons she will give when asked why she has chosen to cross the border into Terrastella. And sure enough those could be viable, true reasons. But that wasn't the reason she crossed into the southern fields. No, it was simple wandering, and a general disrespect for the boundaries placed before her. She's a woman of the world, a prophetess for Solis, and certainly the sun shines in more than just Solterra.
That being noted, she does not announce her presence or stomp around unnecessarily to draw attention to herself. Her dark hooves are practically silent on the ground except for the rustling of the grasses against her long legs. Her black and gold wings are tucked against her bodice, hugging close to her ribcage. Her golden eyes take in the world around her, bathed in the soft light of the dawn. It's warm, even without the sun beating down upon her skin. The blessing and curse of summer.
So far she has seen no one but the creatures of the plains. Deer, rabbits, birds that fly overhead, chirping their good morning. Perhaps the denizens of the Dusk Court have not risen to meet the day? Perhaps. She wonders with a delicate, musing smile if perhaps they are tucked away in little hovels or caves, the shelter of trees, dreaming of the sunsets to come.
i s o r a t h
a king in his own right,
a king without a kingdom.
The woman dressed in ink and gold did not go unnoticed by at least one citizen of Terrastella. Too often does the sun bid him to rise too early and join the morning song, while those around him slumber still, wrapped in dreams both sweetened with adventure or cursed with grief. It bothered him little, being up before the rest afforded him the peace and quiet he often craved, seek out the days calling without interruption or simply enjoy the world for what it was. The bird calls which floated from the fields had greeted him when he had taken wing, large and lustrious wings carrying him upwards in elegant strokes.
Spying her from the sky, he had come to a halt, a vision of shimmering golds and whites against the pastel hues of the sky, the silver strands of his hair curling wildly in the breeze. She would be hard to miss, harder to miss at Court, he had no recollection of a winged mare such as this. A stranger then, a visitor from one of the other domains which neighbored his own. If that was truly the case, she had come into their lands uninvited, or at the very least unnoticed by the patrols. The lack of escort only proved his theory correct in his theory. In another life he might have dived down and confronted her, but times had changed since then, and himself too. Would he have waited if he was visiting another Court? Perhaps. Perhaps not. His patience had become a flimsy thing as of late.
"Welcome to Terrastella, Stranger." He called out, descending from his aerial perch into the lush grasses, wings folded to catch him with their taloned grip in the earth. Elegant, down to the sweep of his tail and how his silvered tresses wrapped around the long stalks of grass bending int he wind. The pleasant chime of his voice held no malice or no real warmth, a sort of neutral curiosity as to what would bring a stranger into these lands unaccompanied, and unannounced. "I trust the sights are to your liking so far?" One wing lifted from the ground as it's fingers curled outward to gesture to the fields around them. "The cliffs are particularly breathtaking, though I can't give a positive review of the swamp. Rather dreary." He snorted, lavender eyes watching the mare carefully as he spoke.
"Isorath talks."
This styling is also nice for some non-obtrusive OOC credits, wordcount or banter. Don't forget that divider up there.
take a trip to your dark side
go on and have a good cry
The witch is in ill spirits when she is driven from her murky domain. I asked for solace, not responsibility. The girl grinds her teeth together so forcefully that her jaw starts to throb, but she welcomes the pain it brings. It is best that she take out her frustration on herself rather than pick a fight with her sovereign. The noble woman offers sanctuary in the swamp in return for Yana's services -- as agreed upon during their introduction -- but it is her newfound authority that fills her with bitterness. What does she think she's doing? Witches are solitary creatures. Her teeth part to spit out a harsh hack as if to prove the point: witches are selfish, make awful role models, and sometimes burn their nieces.
She is so caught up in her anger that the hag almost misses the confrontation between the two winged creatures. Her starry figure is nearly astride their golden and scaly ones before she realises she is not alone amongst the field. A dark crown stands erect after a moment's hesitation. Who are these people? Their scent is unrecognisable, but that is to be expected of the recluse who seldom leaves the swamp. Normally the witch would ignore the strangers and move on, but her new position no longer allows for her to partake in such ignorance. A debris-sodden tail lashes against her flank whilst her irritation morphs into outrage. I do not have time for this. Against her wishes the midnight mare approaches the duo, careful to gauge their hostility as she joins their conversation. As far as the witch can tell neither stranger seems to pose any particular threat, but her ears flick back against her skull at the scaly brute's final remark.
"There are some who claim the contrary. Beauty takes many different forms, and not all are blessed to see them." Her raspy tones are harsher than usual, but in her current mood the hag finds herself uncaring. Eyes that normally reflect her neutrality in their grey tones flash with the same green of the algae-infested swamp as she shifts her gaze from one to the other. "I am Yana, one of the Champions of this realm. What business do you have here? I've not seen either of you before."
@Inkheart @Isorath I hope you don't mind me joining? c: Sorry she's in a bad mood ^^; She'll calm down a bit with some conversation. I have something to ask of Isorath once she knows who he is!
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
She's not alone for long, but that's to be expected. Not everyone could be sleeping in the Dusk Court. A stranger (to her at least) appears in the dawn, coming down from the sky to land not far off from her. She stares, amazement coloring her expression, for the stallion in front of her looks more draconian than equine. It's not just that his wings are leather, as opposed to feather, but that they appear to work as arms, with talons piercing the ground. A unidentifiable tremor runs through her. Scales decorate his armor like pieces of plating, and his amethyst eyes contrast his gold and ivory make-up. He welcomes her, somewhat accusingly. It's true that she's the outsider here - she wouldn't dare deny it. He goes on, offering his opinion of the surrounding locales, not waiting for her to explain her presence.
She remains silent, and a moment later another joins the one-sided conversation. The mare that approaches is hornless, wingless, but as dark as Inkheart. Her mane and tail like the moon, and her obsidian coat sprinkled with ivory. Inkheart dips her crown in greeting to both of them, assuming that they are both of Terrastella. Her arrival is marked by her immediate contradiction of the stallion's claims, and the Friesian mare notes that she seems almost angry about it. But perhaps that's just an opinion. Gold orbs meet the emerald ones, and Inkheart listens to the introduction, and the challenge. Yana.. would like to know why Inkheart and this strange creature have arrived here. "I am Inkheart, a sage and priestess of the Day Court." She hesitates, glancing at the stallion. "I am here for exploration and growth of knowledge." A challenge, a rebuttal, lies on the tip of her tongue, but she bites it back, playing nice for the time being. Hmph.. politics.
WC: 307
Tag: @Isorath @Yana
Sorry it's short and took so long to put up!
take a trip to your dark side
go on and have a good cry
The hag narrows her sickly green gaze when the blackbird speaks. Though the witch doesn't favour conversation, she has developed a keen sensitivity to varying tones or emotions in speech; it is hard for her to miss the objection perched at the tip of Inkheart's tongue. Lower notes indicating frustration... Or perhaps exasperation. I find it hard to believe that you expected to roam freely in a realm that isn't your own. Surely you knew there would be someone to stop you?
Black lips surprise their owner when the words slipping past them are not spat like bile, "An honourable purpose. All those who can should always pursue knowledge. Regardless, it is not a task to be performed freely. One of our warriors would have been happy to escort you during such an inquiry." And speaking of that... A dark neck twists to address the scaled man, who still has yet to declare his own affairs.
How does one cultivate scales on their hide? Is it some form of disease? The witch has to resist the urge to sniff at his armored shoulder. He looks to be the type that is easily offended. Why else does his body gleam so bright?
"You sound like you're familiar with this realm. Are you also of the Dusk Court?" The more she speaks the more her temper seems to dissipate. "Most know to find me at the swamp. Perhaps your ill regard of my home has prevented us from meeting." The hag's tone is slightly more contemplative than accusing when she makes the suggestion. Her green stare lingers on his pristine image -- mostly to assess him for other signs of illness, but also to compare his careful grooming to her own filthy hide -- before she returns it to the gilded mare. "Forgive me, but I've not met a priestess before. If I am not mistaken they are typically of religious inclination, are they not?" Do you share knowledge as well as pursue it?
@Inkheart @Isorath I hope you don't mind that we break posting order? I got a spark of muse for this thread c:
