When her chosen pick for Emissary crossed into the breeze-blown grasses of the Field, the sky was settling itself into the beginning hours of night. There was a silence that could only stem from a dying day and the solitude of being in such an open place alone, without the words of conversation or multiple breaths from simply being. It was Rann and the world, and that was all she needed to keep going.
With Florentine's arrival, Rannveig didn't move as she was approached from behind. She was a statue there, blinking against the harshness of the dying sun rays and letting her mind wander further than the horizon. There was not one single thing that passed through the web of her thoughts, instead a blanket of overall contempt settling over it; their court was turning around for the better, and she could only hope that those she wished to make their system even stronger would accept the roles she wanted for them.
So as wings rustled with the movements the young girl made, Rann's lips slipped into a small smile with the comfort of added company she desired. There was mutual silence, shared enjoyment, as they stood beside one another (and perhaps she realized for the first time that the pegasus girl was taller than she thought as she stopped directly next to her). She was a growing figure, soft strength beneath the downy feathers upon her back, and Rann felt pride wrapping around her ribs to press against her heart.
Words broke open into the air and Rann gave a soft sigh, thoughts moving toward what it must have been like to feel such a pull for adventure. "Good. Do not let that get away from you." Her mostly painted face turned to Florentine, nordic accent lilting around them. She paused. "If you wish, you may wear title of Emissary." Teal-green eyes lingered over the features of her, before placing themselves back to the sky. She knew there was a call in Flora's heart, one that begged to be answered to be shown all that Novus had to offer. And she wondered, for a moment, if she could have been like her had she not cared about the gender she was born.
Her voice remained soft, but there was the sound of seriousness lingering in her words. "Find yourself. Satisfy the urges of your heart. Go, and show them all you are of Dusk. Tell them that we are a Court once again." And wherever it was that Florentine ended up, she would know she carried the protection of Rannveig upon her shoulders.
With Florentine's arrival, Rannveig didn't move as she was approached from behind. She was a statue there, blinking against the harshness of the dying sun rays and letting her mind wander further than the horizon. There was not one single thing that passed through the web of her thoughts, instead a blanket of overall contempt settling over it; their court was turning around for the better, and she could only hope that those she wished to make their system even stronger would accept the roles she wanted for them.
So as wings rustled with the movements the young girl made, Rann's lips slipped into a small smile with the comfort of added company she desired. There was mutual silence, shared enjoyment, as they stood beside one another (and perhaps she realized for the first time that the pegasus girl was taller than she thought as she stopped directly next to her). She was a growing figure, soft strength beneath the downy feathers upon her back, and Rann felt pride wrapping around her ribs to press against her heart.
Words broke open into the air and Rann gave a soft sigh, thoughts moving toward what it must have been like to feel such a pull for adventure. "Good. Do not let that get away from you." Her mostly painted face turned to Florentine, nordic accent lilting around them. She paused. "If you wish, you may wear title of Emissary." Teal-green eyes lingered over the features of her, before placing themselves back to the sky. She knew there was a call in Flora's heart, one that begged to be answered to be shown all that Novus had to offer. And she wondered, for a moment, if she could have been like her had she not cared about the gender she was born.
Her voice remained soft, but there was the sound of seriousness lingering in her words. "Find yourself. Satisfy the urges of your heart. Go, and show them all you are of Dusk. Tell them that we are a Court once again." And wherever it was that Florentine ended up, she would know she carried the protection of Rannveig upon her shoulders.
And all our problems make us powerless
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