Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
M
usic rose from the vineyards, and with it, the party had begun. All around, there are candlelights and jovial sounds – it is the type of crowd Mephisto generally ignores. But she cannot help herself, curious as she sidesteps the overindulged, sipping gingerly on warm spiced wine as it blossomed against her tongue. The taste of it is somewhat bitter, somewhat sweet, and entirely pleasant as it warms her to the core. It reminds her of fall, with the spiced herbs and harvent scents, and even the dark Pegasus has to smile at the celebration. Autumn was upon them now, and she was certainly ready for it, welcoming the cooler days and longer nights with earnest.Visitors took advantage of the spectacle, stomping on grapes and dancing together beneath the harvest moon. It wasn’t really her scene, so she does not join in, but instead she stands near the edges of the vats, watching quietly and enjoying the festivities in her own reserved way.
Alone, the warg is left to her thoughts, even as she shifts slightly to allow others to crowd in around her. Their touch is warm, but she does not shy away, grateful for the company and the energy it brings. “Good evening”, she murmurs to those who press closer, “Welcome to Terrestella.”
While she didn’t usually find herself to be a welcoming type, these sorts of celebrations were different. Now, she knew their doors were open in camaraderie with their fellow courts, and so Mephisto had decided to be more social than usual. She even allowed the wine to fuzzy her mind a bit, closing her bright blue eyes to sway with the music, allowing a moment to lose herself in the energy. “What brings you to our autumn harvest?” She offers the question to a stranger to her left, deciding to open herself up to the possibility of company – if only for the night.
For the celebration brought out the bits of herself that Mephisto hid deeply – the girl who longed for touch and companionship, usually subdued by self-resolve and stoicism. Tonight, she simply lets herself be, free and exposed by the firelight.
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