I'll show you
what I'm made of
what I'm made of
A HEART FULL OF FIRE
A trip to Terrastella has been more than a success , in her book . A friend had grown a garden there in the swamp , with herbs she hadn't quite been able to find in Delumine , as well as varying teas that she hadn't seen before . The small zorse had been welcomed in for tea and a chat with the lovely fellow , and had been sent on her way with her little medicine pouches full as she hummed with every step she had taken .
Even now , she hums , silvery hair wild and flowing as she steps around into her own garden to carefully plant a few bulbs of herbs she'd been able to cultivate with his help , smiling to herself as she does . The rest , she puts away , the tea filed away in small jars , and the pouches steadily emptied . It doesn't take much to put it all up and get it all together , settling herself for a moment before she nods , a few petals falling free from the now permanent flowers that grow from her horns and the vines that gently make themselves at home around the antlers . She had been surprised when she had woken up and the flora had been ... alive still . It had become permanent , but she isn't surprised by Novus anymore , much as she isn't surprised by the challenge that had been whispered all through Delumine for the title of Sovereign now .
Good she thinks . Someone needs to .
Her head nods , and the smile curves her lips as she steps away from her own garden and back out into the Court , weaving through stalls and citizens , making her way back toward the edge of the Court once more . She finds herself constantly wandering away from Delumine , no matter who is at its helm . It's because she always finds herbs , seeks them out .
But now she feels a tug at her to keep wandering , to learn about the new Sovereigns , this rise of new royals . These faces she wants to know . For now , she settles for leaving the walls of the Court itself on tiny peach hooves again , her steps small and bouncy , leading her towards the meadow as she settles for allowing her mind to wander yet again .
For now , she'll simply keep to herself , she thinks . No need to wander just yet . Not until the Courts all settle again .
Even now , she hums , silvery hair wild and flowing as she steps around into her own garden to carefully plant a few bulbs of herbs she'd been able to cultivate with his help , smiling to herself as she does . The rest , she puts away , the tea filed away in small jars , and the pouches steadily emptied . It doesn't take much to put it all up and get it all together , settling herself for a moment before she nods , a few petals falling free from the now permanent flowers that grow from her horns and the vines that gently make themselves at home around the antlers . She had been surprised when she had woken up and the flora had been ... alive still . It had become permanent , but she isn't surprised by Novus anymore , much as she isn't surprised by the challenge that had been whispered all through Delumine for the title of Sovereign now .
Good she thinks . Someone needs to .
Her head nods , and the smile curves her lips as she steps away from her own garden and back out into the Court , weaving through stalls and citizens , making her way back toward the edge of the Court once more . She finds herself constantly wandering away from Delumine , no matter who is at its helm . It's because she always finds herbs , seeks them out .
But now she feels a tug at her to keep wandering , to learn about the new Sovereigns , this rise of new royals . These faces she wants to know . For now , she settles for leaving the walls of the Court itself on tiny peach hooves again , her steps small and bouncy , leading her towards the meadow as she settles for allowing her mind to wander yet again .
For now , she'll simply keep to herself , she thinks . No need to wander just yet . Not until the Courts all settle again .
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