Her fifth year had passed in a quietness that only Terrastella could hold in her arms, her court a silent thing that set with the sinking sun. It was also a year mostly spent in solitude with the flux of members dispersing throughout the realm's lands. She spent her time training then treating her own injuries, Jarl's wisdom coursing roughly through swollen veins. If she was to make a difference--if she really were to take up the throne as she failed to do in the Winter Court--there was no time for dawdle and free play. It was time to rattle the earth and recreate the Dusk Court as it once was; those who inspired her, those whose passion turned her body to flame, were no more. The creatures she passed were shells of the ones she loved and she craved the sight of burning hearts once again.
She was restless as the year turned new, determination and anger at the complacency of the world pushing her out; out to the edges of the tower's entrance to stand where any could see. With the stone standing tall behind her, the sun reflected off her cream tones and fell into her starry-sky ones, the deep blue patches nearly a black hole that captured all. There was only the hushed murmur of grass blades rubbing against each other with the song of the ocean calling out the opposite way. Her hair tangled up in itself and became impossible colors as she merely stood at the lip of the heart of the Court. A single, long-held neigh rang through the confines of Terrastella's borders; it wasn't one of urgency, but carried a softness that questioned if anyone would listen--if anyone would even respond.
"Any near enough to hear: come! Help me rebuild a system once of stability and purity." It was a broken thing now, but she was bent on turning it back around even if she was the only one willing to do it.
She was restless as the year turned new, determination and anger at the complacency of the world pushing her out; out to the edges of the tower's entrance to stand where any could see. With the stone standing tall behind her, the sun reflected off her cream tones and fell into her starry-sky ones, the deep blue patches nearly a black hole that captured all. There was only the hushed murmur of grass blades rubbing against each other with the song of the ocean calling out the opposite way. Her hair tangled up in itself and became impossible colors as she merely stood at the lip of the heart of the Court. A single, long-held neigh rang through the confines of Terrastella's borders; it wasn't one of urgency, but carried a softness that questioned if anyone would listen--if anyone would even respond.
"Any near enough to hear: come! Help me rebuild a system once of stability and purity." It was a broken thing now, but she was bent on turning it back around even if she was the only one willing to do it.
And all our problems make us powerless
for any dusk bbies hanging around <33
