the sun will rise with my name on your lips
The Dawn Court is full of potential allies, yet Basil cannot help but shiver with nerves. Truth be told, it is the first time on their own outside of the familiarities of home— and the first time they've spent any length of time without their playmate only two inches behind them. It is.. unsettling. For all that they urged change and reformation within the Day Court, they were frankly discomfited by change in environment and routine. Nervously, they adjust the gilded leaves atop their poll and fidget with the a gold pin they only vaguely thought might be slipping out of place.
In truth, they settle more easily into the chatter of the Dawn Court and their variety of builds than they do at home— gone are the laborious descriptions of battle, the squall of all manner of people testing their hooves against one another, the sneer as other, taller horses looked down upon them for their unassuming physique. And yet, they know no one; should they just show up near the nobles' meeting places and assume themselves welcome? Go to a tavern and chat people up?
Basil sighs to themself and pauses in the street; if their playmate were here, he'd have some pragmatic suggestion that would make Basil feel both inspired and idiotic for not thinking of it themself. Instead, they frowned and glanced hopefully around the square. Another outcast stood out — pale as morning mist and twice and effeminate — and they hesitantly sidled up to the mare. "Excuse me?" they asked politely, speaking slowly so that they could enunciate through their unmistakable accent. "Would you be able to point me to.." Their shoulders sagged just a little and, after fumbling a moment, Basil tried again, "Wherever, ehm, the House Heads meet here?"
Were there such things as 'Heads of Households' in the Dawn Court? Were they just on a wild alicorn chase?
cause everything will change tonight
@Mesnyi
