Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
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he didn’t know enough to worship as of now, but it didn’t stop Mephisto from wondering. As she stared out from the obelisk which represented her court, she could see Terrestella in the distance. Sunlight shrouded in hazy shadows collected about the cliffs, and she could almost hear the seagulls crowing to the surf of Praistigia Cliffs. Further on, she could see the murk of the Tinea Swamp, the rolling green of Sunsurro Fields. Home. The feeling struck her rather oddly, for Mephisto had never truly felt at home anywhere. She’d come close in the Winter Court, finding solace in the few friends she’d made there… but even that had been ripped from her. Now, at Novus, she was positioned well to start anew.She doesn’t offer any tribute to Vespera, but instead nods her head a bit respectfully toward the obelisk before quietly moving on toward the next. The Night Court statue was a reflective sort of onyx, the Day Court a sandstone – red like the summer sun, and the Dawn Court a beautiful blue shale. It was a worthy place, she supposed, where you could see Novus from all directions. If nothing else, the peak was an ideal location to scout the going ons of down below. It would be a place where the gods would meddle and watch.
Making her way back toward Huntington, she wonders what the stranger felt, if anything, about this strange place of the gods. The other mare was certainly closed up, not making a sound on their journey here, not showing her cards in any fashion to Mephisto. A piece of her wants to write her off, but another part sees Huntington as a puzzle to solve, curiosity keeping her near. Well… it’s a bit simpler than most holy spots, but I suppose it’ll do…
@Huntington
rallidae
