Break me down and build me up
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
She had frequented the Steppe some time before, back when she was new to the lands began to learn of the territories; she was told there in the open field surrounded by far-away mountains was the battle ground, and she took to it like a bird to a nest to raise its chicks. She was decently well versed in the art of battle since her time in Heimsterra had taught her everything she needed to know--Jarl, above all, trained her enough to beat their best warrior. And so she often went to the Steppe to wait for challengers, or brought the young or inexperienced from the Dusk Court to teach them basic skills; she believed each should be able to hold their own in a fight, and she was all too pleased to help.
But since her return after her last time in Veteris, everything felt different. She made rounds through the lands again in a sort of effort to refamiliarize herself with Nouvs. It was, after all, the only land she had left to call home. With the fall of her Winter Court she was left stranded. Without home, without purpose. So she wandered to the places she knew once, drinking them in, feeling a little more at peace.
But when she crossed into the borders of the Bellum Steppe, her trot sending her hair waving behind her and a coat of wolf fur strapped tightly to her dual-colored body clinging close, she pulled up short. The grass glistened and twinkled like stars set against the backdrop of the moon's throne, but it wasn't night and there should have been no stars there. The worn out patches were fights had broken down the ground were gone, and in their place was a thousand different flowers all crafted from crystal. The sight made her heart race, her striking teal eyes cutting across the landscape with worry; the atmosphere was heavy with magic, and it hung around her like honey as she pushed through. Slowly she began to walk forward once again, always looking down, down at the sharp-edged flora that clinked against her legs.
She knew what Vespera had done. She knew that she had put Dusk through torturous 'trials' and called them tests, made them sink or swim to show that they were worthy. She wanted to scream, to claw her way through to Vespera and ask her what she was thinking, what could possibly posses her to treat her kingdom that way? Rann was angry, her pulse quickened and blackened, and she wondered if those glass flowers were part of her doing to, if they would have some sinister effect on the rest of Novus at the goddess's hand too.
She didn't get far into the fields when she stopped at turned back, disgusted with her goddess. Her body glided through the path she had come; before stepping beyond the threshold she passed through, she plucked one multicolored flower to study it later. She would find out if this was Vespera's doing.
But since her return after her last time in Veteris, everything felt different. She made rounds through the lands again in a sort of effort to refamiliarize herself with Nouvs. It was, after all, the only land she had left to call home. With the fall of her Winter Court she was left stranded. Without home, without purpose. So she wandered to the places she knew once, drinking them in, feeling a little more at peace.
But when she crossed into the borders of the Bellum Steppe, her trot sending her hair waving behind her and a coat of wolf fur strapped tightly to her dual-colored body clinging close, she pulled up short. The grass glistened and twinkled like stars set against the backdrop of the moon's throne, but it wasn't night and there should have been no stars there. The worn out patches were fights had broken down the ground were gone, and in their place was a thousand different flowers all crafted from crystal. The sight made her heart race, her striking teal eyes cutting across the landscape with worry; the atmosphere was heavy with magic, and it hung around her like honey as she pushed through. Slowly she began to walk forward once again, always looking down, down at the sharp-edged flora that clinked against her legs.
She knew what Vespera had done. She knew that she had put Dusk through torturous 'trials' and called them tests, made them sink or swim to show that they were worthy. She wanted to scream, to claw her way through to Vespera and ask her what she was thinking, what could possibly posses her to treat her kingdom that way? Rann was angry, her pulse quickened and blackened, and she wondered if those glass flowers were part of her doing to, if they would have some sinister effect on the rest of Novus at the goddess's hand too.
She didn't get far into the fields when she stopped at turned back, disgusted with her goddess. Her body glided through the path she had come; before stepping beyond the threshold she passed through, she plucked one multicolored flower to study it later. She would find out if this was Vespera's doing.
***STAFF EDIT
@Rannveig has rolled a 3! Perhaps she has decided to pick a flower to take home with her; however, bad luck will dog her heels for the next 1 RL month (half an IC season). You can decide what the details of her bad luck entail, pm @nestle or @sid if you want ideas!
