Inara
Inara had not known the simple joy of a spring rain. It left her chilled, the water slickening her splashed frame and flattening the thick, auburn locks of hair on her head. But it was glorious, and she found herself unable to seek the shelter of the trees. The moment was worth a thousand words, and yet she lacked them to express the sense of freedom that she felt. She drew a slow, savoring breath as the pitter patter of the rain began to die away -- leaving her standing amongst the wet earth. The sun began to peer through the clouds, as if it were interested in what the inhabitants of the land were doing, and Inara smiled -- free in her seclusion to bask in a feeling she did not fully comprehend.
The silence that the rain had ushered in was shattered by the callings of birds, the rustling grass as the world resumed its motion around the mare. Inara turned her crown away from the sky, opening her luminescent green gaze to turn it back to the horizon. Dusk Court was a peaceful place, even with the lack of organized leadership. Truly it seemed that none of the four courts had a leader, and some part of her would always prefer it that way. Then again, Inara had only ever known a ruler...and not a true leader. Another call joined the sounds of the world, drawing her attention away from the fields and to the citadel -- a frown finding its way to her features. A gathering.
Apprehension coiled like a snake around her heart, but some invisible force seemed to draw the mare to motion; carrying her with haste towards the capitol. The sound of her hooves as the ground transitioned from soft earth to unforgiving stone made her cringe, and she drew back her pace in order to regain the element of stealth. Inara was hardly one to be heard, and found that putting herself in the center of another’s attention was entirely unsettling. A mare stood in the entry of the Court’s centermost point -- a shocking contrast of blue and white unlike anything Inara had seen before.
Shy, as was her nature, she lingered away from it all -- choosing instead to watch and listen. Dusk Court had been promised to her as a peaceful place, and she wondered if it would remain so.
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