she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
It was a good place, a good home.
Yes, it was. She was sure of it. It was a community of souls that loved their land so all-encompassing that they did many things for it. Delumine was the new seeds and aged oaks with golden autumnal leaves. It was the smiles of new joys and the mirth of aged reminiscence. It was composed of students and teachers, medics and soldiers, champions and commoners, and any other that desired to live and contribute to society.
Though Delumine was the sunrise and the birds who bathed in it, it lacked something. The man inquired if the borders were still sealed and the girl, too fresh to know of the cryptic things written in Dawn Court's history, had no answer for him. Seasons ago a grey mare had asked for the sovereign and Maerys had said yes and accompanied her to the heart of Delumine. She had not run into a single visitor since. "I believeth not so," she proposed unobtrusively, not sure of her own words.
Ipomoea regarded the prairie as Maerys did, though it was something he anticipated to run into and she did not. As her eyes contemplated how it grew in a way that brought a newly departed bed to her thoughts, he turned and quietly met her side with his. The area was as a duvet that is rumpled in all the proper ways, so carefree rather than stretched straight. That was the way the grasses were, tufting, twisting, windswept.
It's why we don't hear much from them.
It was.
Things had stalled, Maerys imagined, long before she arrived. Though they continued to thrive in their secluded paradise, she wondered if other courts noted the land as easy taking. Surely a court of introverts with no clue of the relevant news of other courts would be an apparent target, but Maerys had prepared for so long already and was committed to the role of protector that she was sure in a time of urgency they would gather stronger than ever.
As he dove into his portrayal of Denocte, she could picture something definite and brilliant and astonishing in her mind, something savagely different than Delumine in its own lovely way. The market he only briefly introduced - stalls lining routes that crossed over each other like a network of carefully stitched cloth - she assumed was a flamboyant scene only enhanced by the milling throng of flesh, lovers side by side, casually browsing, while boys darted between their father's stands and worried mothers chased just behind. It felt like Varak; it felt like something she missed dearly.
Despite its wonder, it was not his home.
And though she missed Varak and the scene of a bustling and active court, Denocte could not be her's either.
"I consider it respectable thee can identify such a thing." When she crossed into Delumine there was an effortless harmony that fell upon her soul. This worry she felt all came from a place of deep love and hope for a brighter and better future. It was more than possible to love and worry in the same breath, the girl simply hoped this feeling wasn't some cruel facade her desperate heart fabricated just for a moment of peace of mind. Home was a feeling as much as it was a place.
There was only one thing that could be left to ask.
"If'd be true this isn't home," she paused for a moment, not wanting to wander into a too sensitive topic, "why doth thee not try to find what is?"
Yes, it was. She was sure of it. It was a community of souls that loved their land so all-encompassing that they did many things for it. Delumine was the new seeds and aged oaks with golden autumnal leaves. It was the smiles of new joys and the mirth of aged reminiscence. It was composed of students and teachers, medics and soldiers, champions and commoners, and any other that desired to live and contribute to society.
Though Delumine was the sunrise and the birds who bathed in it, it lacked something. The man inquired if the borders were still sealed and the girl, too fresh to know of the cryptic things written in Dawn Court's history, had no answer for him. Seasons ago a grey mare had asked for the sovereign and Maerys had said yes and accompanied her to the heart of Delumine. She had not run into a single visitor since. "I believeth not so," she proposed unobtrusively, not sure of her own words.
Ipomoea regarded the prairie as Maerys did, though it was something he anticipated to run into and she did not. As her eyes contemplated how it grew in a way that brought a newly departed bed to her thoughts, he turned and quietly met her side with his. The area was as a duvet that is rumpled in all the proper ways, so carefree rather than stretched straight. That was the way the grasses were, tufting, twisting, windswept.
It's why we don't hear much from them.
It was.
Things had stalled, Maerys imagined, long before she arrived. Though they continued to thrive in their secluded paradise, she wondered if other courts noted the land as easy taking. Surely a court of introverts with no clue of the relevant news of other courts would be an apparent target, but Maerys had prepared for so long already and was committed to the role of protector that she was sure in a time of urgency they would gather stronger than ever.
As he dove into his portrayal of Denocte, she could picture something definite and brilliant and astonishing in her mind, something savagely different than Delumine in its own lovely way. The market he only briefly introduced - stalls lining routes that crossed over each other like a network of carefully stitched cloth - she assumed was a flamboyant scene only enhanced by the milling throng of flesh, lovers side by side, casually browsing, while boys darted between their father's stands and worried mothers chased just behind. It felt like Varak; it felt like something she missed dearly.
Despite its wonder, it was not his home.
And though she missed Varak and the scene of a bustling and active court, Denocte could not be her's either.
"I consider it respectable thee can identify such a thing." When she crossed into Delumine there was an effortless harmony that fell upon her soul. This worry she felt all came from a place of deep love and hope for a brighter and better future. It was more than possible to love and worry in the same breath, the girl simply hoped this feeling wasn't some cruel facade her desperate heart fabricated just for a moment of peace of mind. Home was a feeling as much as it was a place.
There was only one thing that could be left to ask.
"If'd be true this isn't home," she paused for a moment, not wanting to wander into a too sensitive topic, "why doth thee not try to find what is?"
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