It had been some time since she visited the lands of the Fields, a once-bustling place in the confines of Terrastella; the simple beauty in the way nature seemed to just pass around them was incomparable to any other place in Novus. And so she had found herself roaming toward the openness of the orange-tinged grasses, a place she was promised the quiet tranquility that the Dusk Court was known for. The setting sun held her close as the sky turned colors and gathered nighttime clouds close, the rising moon already showing itself in.
Her body was a solitary post in the grand expanse of the darkening world.
It was there that she waited for the company of the young winged spark; the girl's name had been hanging on the lips of everyone she touched, and it was then Rann's turn to let it slip loose. She knew, before long, Florentine would find her there waiting. She trusted the knowledge the younger mare had gathered in her visits across the continent; the breeze, too, carried rumors of restlessness in her movements and discontent with the subtlety of her current court. Rann could only smile at the activity and flame that burned in the girl's heart.
She knew, too, that with the conclusion of the meeting she was running out of time to fill the ranks required to keep the Dusk Court together. And though there were some that gave her pause, her heart softened at the idea of Florentine--the girl, in some way, called to the younger side of Rann. So there, alone in the wide range of falling skies and rising earth, she had but one offer for the girl who could be not more fitting for the role of Emissary.
Her body was a solitary post in the grand expanse of the darkening world.
It was there that she waited for the company of the young winged spark; the girl's name had been hanging on the lips of everyone she touched, and it was then Rann's turn to let it slip loose. She knew, before long, Florentine would find her there waiting. She trusted the knowledge the younger mare had gathered in her visits across the continent; the breeze, too, carried rumors of restlessness in her movements and discontent with the subtlety of her current court. Rann could only smile at the activity and flame that burned in the girl's heart.
She knew, too, that with the conclusion of the meeting she was running out of time to fill the ranks required to keep the Dusk Court together. And though there were some that gave her pause, her heart softened at the idea of Florentine--the girl, in some way, called to the younger side of Rann. So there, alone in the wide range of falling skies and rising earth, she had but one offer for the girl who could be not more fitting for the role of Emissary.
And all our problems make us powerless
this one's for you bby!
the position of emissary is florentine's if she'll have it <33
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