[P] lady i swear by all flowers

[Mesnyi]

Mesnyi

and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom

I

n an unsurprising turn of events, Mesnyi returned to Delumine. She’d been back for some time, actually, but she’d dipped into the city for a bit of food and a new cloak, only to depart again into the wilds. Her feet kept her wandering, always, and after spending her time in the heart of the Night Court, she now sought only birdsong and dew.

It had been several days by now, and she was considering coming back to the city to laze about the court or go back to dancing. In Delumine, she had more friends - acquaintances - and wouldn’t need to worry so much about what she would need to trade for a roof. They would offer it to her, out of love or admiration or some other terrible thing, and so she could dance mostly for joy and only a little for money. That was the good thing she’d found about being a citizen of Delumine. There were, actually, advantages, and still nobody cared when she came and went. It was delightful (but not nearly so much as the road, surrounded by her brothers and sisters, no.) 

The cold was seeping into her bones these days; the ground and branches were bare. Her food hadn’t quite run low, but it would soon. It was time to go home. Picking her way through the brambles and branches, she was quite surprised to see another horse so far from the city. He was the color of winter itself, and even from a distance she could tell he was very, very tall. ”Good morning,” she called. Dawn lit the horizon like a fog, like a gray stallion astride the sun.

"speaks" | notes: ☽☼☾

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