The traveler has left the Day Court in search of something more. It’s hot in the desert and the heat is suffocating. Perhaps what is more suffocating is the way the inhabitants cry for their fallen queen. The way they all lead with their emotions is something that has disgusted the mare from the moment she set foot in Solterra. The only breath of fresh air had been the new king. While she might not like to admit such a thing, she found him intriguing. And better yet, she found that his methods were appealing. HE was creating chaos and she was loving every minute of it.
And yet, she was searching for more.
She begins her exploration of this new land by heading south, beyond the southern boarders of the Day Court. She travels through the mountains until she comes upon the Steppe. It is here that she sees the figure of several others who have come to pay homage to the magic that seems to welcome them. They are captivated by the wild flowers that grow within the Steppe and they are entranced by the music that flows through the wind. Targwyn, however, is cautious. She has seen magic like this. It’s young, unpredictable. She does not step too close for she has no idea what this magic is or who has summoned it.
Instead, she comes to stand just on the outer rim of the flowers, her eyes peering down at the petals. Something about them is not right, the way they bend and move like real flora, but they are jagged and sharp as if they are made from the toughest diamonds. She extends her leg to brush against the flowers, the sharpened edge cutting through her skin like a sharpened knife. But she does not flinch. Instead, her eyes look down at the flowers and she smiles, her grin pulling at the corners of her lips in a sick, seditious way.
@Random Events
***STAFF EDIT
@Targwynhas rolled a 5! He has been awarded +1 EXP point for interacting with the flowers.
