Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
Diplomacy, further education, expanding of minds and hearts. Those are the reasons she will give when asked why she has chosen to cross the border into Terrastella. And sure enough those could be viable, true reasons. But that wasn't the reason she crossed into the southern fields. No, it was simple wandering, and a general disrespect for the boundaries placed before her. She's a woman of the world, a prophetess for Solis, and certainly the sun shines in more than just Solterra.
That being noted, she does not announce her presence or stomp around unnecessarily to draw attention to herself. Her dark hooves are practically silent on the ground except for the rustling of the grasses against her long legs. Her black and gold wings are tucked against her bodice, hugging close to her ribcage. Her golden eyes take in the world around her, bathed in the soft light of the dawn. It's warm, even without the sun beating down upon her skin. The blessing and curse of summer.
So far she has seen no one but the creatures of the plains. Deer, rabbits, birds that fly overhead, chirping their good morning. Perhaps the denizens of the Dusk Court have not risen to meet the day? Perhaps. She wonders with a delicate, musing smile if perhaps they are tucked away in little hovels or caves, the shelter of trees, dreaming of the sunsets to come.
