[P] The Dark of You

[Theodosia]

She is bedraggled and soaked, her pale skin stained with mud and other debris that marks her last few days as having done her duty -- but still, her job is not done, not until Terrastella stands dry and safe after the downpours. Even now, with the downpour paused, she finds herself straining her wings and struggling against the exhaustion that mere catnaps couldn’t fight against. Her tangled mane has long since lost any semblance of the braids that had held it back, kept the silvery tresses from falling into her eyes, and the only styling is what the wind has provided. It is this exhausted warrior that lands within the Court, whose cloven hooves lightly tap against the soaked stones that form the roads of Terrastella. She might not have even noticed the pair who had taken refuge in an alley, except for the name she just barely caught -- Marisol -- and the way it caught her attention far more quickly than she would ever admit to. She recognizes them from description, at least, from Marisol’s clipped words when asked about other cadets in a force that was half the size it should have been, and it is a welcoming (albeit strained) smile she aims towards them. “Ard and Erd, right? Marisol told me about you both -- my name is Theodosia.” "Speaking."

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@Ard @Erd