Inkheart
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
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
Her wings stay tucked against her body as she moved forward toward the big structure of the Day Court. She would enter by foot, giving the new sovereign a chance to greet her on the ground rather than in the air. Yes, she met new faces when she first entered through the Mors Desert. But there is one visage that she particularly wants to see. The new sovereign that claims rule over this land will be a valuable relationship for her. After all, this is the land of the Sun God, Solis. She is his prophet, and the sovereign rules the land. Long strides carry her quickly, head held high as her long tail drags in the sand behind her. Finally her hooves reach the edge of the Court itself, and she steps up toward the great atrium, the sun shining down on her dark back. She looks around, but it seems the Court is rather empty at the moment. Where are they all? Isn't this land inhabited? She huffed, immediately thinking poorly of every other member of Solterra. "Would you let a stranger enter so far to your capital?" She calls out, but barely raises her voice. She knows that someone would come shortly.
In the meantime she walks toward the center of the Court and stopped, spreading her wings to let them soak in the sun, then tucked them in against her sides again. Were she to build a shrine - and likely she would - she might have it here, in the capital of Solterra. It would be the center of activity and therefore the best place to bring new worshippers into the fold (whether they liked it or not). But perhaps the Oasis would be better. It is generally more comfortable, with plenty of foliage and fresh water to keep visitors happy and optimistic. If those of the faith's community were kept happy they would be more likely to stay loyal. She ponders the decision, and decides she may ask the opinion of the sovereign - for he should be kept happy as well.
WC: 345 Tag: @Maxence
