Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
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s they walked, a light snow began to fall on Terrestella, the flakes pale and fluffy. It was still early winter, but shaping up to be a harsh one. Already, the temperatures had begun to drop below freezing at night, and she shivered at the thought of it. Still, it would not compare to the place where she had come from. The Winter Court, true to its name, had seemed to be cloaked in an eternal sort of winter. She missed it – the stark white snow as far as the eye could see, kissing the trees and turning the world into a winter fairyland. It had been picturesque, peaceful even… and even now if she closed her eyes, Mephisto could bring her former home to mind with a soft smile.It did not do, to dwell on things of the past, she supposed. In all likelihood, the place which had been her home had likely fallen to rubble in the magic… and she had doubts that most had survived the fall. Still, there is a nagging sense of hope that perhaps some had been able to escape their dire fate. After all… Mephsito had gotten out, so it wasn’t entirely beyond the pale. Still, she missed them – Gabriel, Karou – for the first time in her life, Mephsito had friends in the Winter Court. Time would tell if the same could be said of Terrestella.
They walk in silence together, down the cobbled streets and past buildings which still seemed strange to Mephisto’s nomadic eye. This was her first time living in a city, and she was still getting used to it. The structures especially were a foreign thing for someone who had been a traveler all her life – not unlike Ankou, she supposed. Here is the temple of Vespera. Inside, you’ll find tomes of lore, and you can pay tributes to the goddess if you so desire. The last piece is important, for freedom of religion was strictly practiced here. Asterion would not force Ankou to follow Vespera. In truth, it seemed that the herd was divided about her usefulness as their deity, and torn on whether to follow.
Moving on, she motioned to a long and plain looking building in the distance. I live there, with the others from the Halcyon Air Unit. She flicks a glance at his wings, but decides that he didn’t seem particularly brawny or strong. In contrast, he seemed underfed in a way, and she looks him over with a curious eye but does not pass judgment. Instead, the dark Pegasus hurriedly adds, Once you become more established here, perhaps you will choose to take up a rank or purpose. Like in other places, we each play a role – fighter, medic, scholar, merchant… even entertainers have a role.
She stops then, turning toward him and pausing, as if to wait for him to fill the silence. Surely, he would have questions… or maybe, he just wanted to rest. Either way, she was curious to let him decide what came next, mustering a gentle smile of encouragement as they waited in the winter snowfall.
@Ankou
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