N I M U E
we have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins,carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains.
93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames,
we are all just stars with people names.
- nikita gill
The witch kept her haunting gaze steady, unwavering, like a solid pillar of stone beat with thundering ocean waves. She blinked slowly, her crown tilting ever so slightly to the side, one side of her lips tilting upwards. If she had to dance across the game board that was court life and politics, oh.. she would tango deviously. Play the game she will, and she would do so greatly.. and to her advantage.
"May Oriens bless your new reign, Your Grace," she replied, dipping her delicate crown once more before moving off to the side. The air in the glade vibrated, thrumming, several more bodies joining the fray to meet Dawn's new king. She stood on the edge under the canopy of trees, ever watching as others began to filter in. Her orbs never faltered from the handsome stallion though -- his dark wings folded gently and majestically, his coat a mix of lush hues of chocolate. One by one, the witch noted each member that approached him. After it all, she noticed that there were too few who had answered his call.. surely, there had to be more of who aligned themselves to this court.
Alas, the rosy femme did not waste her precious now-mortal time with such thoughts. She was not a queenling, nor anything close to the sort. In this body, in this cursed life, she was simply a sage. Biding her time until she would petition the gods for her status back. Until then, Nimue watched and waited, listening as the stallion addressed them all. She swished her tail at the mention of the vacant ranks, unsure of how she thought of them. Possibly, if she were to serve in that way, Oriens might give her sway.. but that was something else entirely; something to be done at the Peak. Definitely not here, and most definitely not in the company of other eyes.
She weighed her options, landing on a reasonable choice. The witch had nothing to lose, for the one thing she truly cared about -- her immortality -- was already gone. With her newfound decision, Nimue stepped forward boldly. As she neared him, her voice dropped to something akin to sulky and mysterious, not entirely wanting her intentions to be known to all of those present. "I would like to speak with you, Your Grace," she spoke softly, formally, "whenever you are able. Until then, I shall be in the libraries."
With that, not deigning to be dismissed, the witch child excused herself. A rose-colored shadow fading into the trees, and then she was gone.
OOC: Not my best post, I'm sorry! :c
@ipomoea @pan
