It was a balmy summer morning, so early that the sun had barely risen. The sky was milky and pale, an among the dry grasses of the prairie stood a lone figure painted in shadows and night. She was still, watching the shrinking indigo over the far horizon with the distant sound of the sea as it crashed against the shore. The girl had always been a night owl, a sentinel from her place in the sky. Old habits, it seemed, were hard to break as she had been up most of the night, thinking. Wondering.
Was there nothing she could do for these people, some of which she had become fond of after meeting them? Jezanna had never felt this listlessness, this helplessness, before. She had always been so sure of her place, her ability to provide and to aid. Here, she felt like she had none of that. So much time had passed and the young moon was still only sure of one thing: she did not know how she fit in. Even after speaking up, attempting to bring reason to the minds of all those involved in the meeting that had passed, nothing had changed. Did she have a voice?
Unbidden, a sigh escaped her. She half turned away from where the moon was setting, toward the mountains. There was no evidence left of the dragon breath that had set the pass afire and turned the surrounding area to nothing more than dust. If there was one thing she knew, however, it was that things... people, usually grew back stronger after tragedy. Perhaps the same would be said of those in this court who had been so afflicted as to cut off themselves and their people from the rest of the world.
She could only hope so, for themselves, for all their sakes.
Was there nothing she could do for these people, some of which she had become fond of after meeting them? Jezanna had never felt this listlessness, this helplessness, before. She had always been so sure of her place, her ability to provide and to aid. Here, she felt like she had none of that. So much time had passed and the young moon was still only sure of one thing: she did not know how she fit in. Even after speaking up, attempting to bring reason to the minds of all those involved in the meeting that had passed, nothing had changed. Did she have a voice?
Unbidden, a sigh escaped her. She half turned away from where the moon was setting, toward the mountains. There was no evidence left of the dragon breath that had set the pass afire and turned the surrounding area to nothing more than dust. If there was one thing she knew, however, it was that things... people, usually grew back stronger after tragedy. Perhaps the same would be said of those in this court who had been so afflicted as to cut off themselves and their people from the rest of the world.
She could only hope so, for themselves, for all their sakes.
ooc: @Toulouse
