it was meant to be simple
just one golden rule
just one golden rule
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or the first time in her life Elif wishes she were a little less of the desert, a little more of the world. Ever since she’d first ventured from Solterra, with each horse she met she began to doubt the things she’d heard as a girl. But it isn’t until she’s staring down at the clue inscribed roughly on stone that her ignorance of the other courts has truly hindered her. She can’t make any sense of it. Until today she’d never been to the Dusk Court at all, and she knows nothing of its geography except that it is so green she might not have believed it, had it not been for the education of the island.
What she does know is that it’s beautiful; she curves on an updraft now like a hawk, Terrastella below her like a map. The sea and the cliff-side and the castle, then the city and the fields.
Just as it divides sea and city. And leaping from the ward -
It must be the castle. Like a sentinel on the hillside, watchful over sea and city. With a few powerful beats of her wings she’s dropping, coursing through a cloud that kisses her cheeks in cool mist (what a luxury it feels, fresh from Solterran summer), and her shadow joins those of the millings birds as she drifts over the city.
She lands on the ancient stone of a wide balcony, facing the sea. And steps toward the edge.
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