Mephisto
dusk court warrior
dusk court warrior
T
he day when she encountered the tree was a day like every other. Autumn was in full force now, leaves blowing in the blustering wind, the sun a shade duller, the clouds a shade colder. Mephisto soars in the skies, enjoying the crispness to the air, a crispness that reminded her of harvest spirits. Of ciders and mums, of bonfire nights and spicy scented herbs in the air. It was a peaceful time, and one she’d relished in over the last several weeks, sampling each of the courts’ festival wares and drinking in the gladness that comes in peace times.But today, she soars over the common lands. She might have soared right over the tree, were it not for a strange glint of sun against stained glass, casting a kaleidoscope which was visible even from her heavens. And so, Mephisto has to investigate, curious and wanting to know more of the source, even as she lands nearby and hikes her way to the tree on foot, not sure of what she might encounter.
The beauty of the tree is enough to take even her breath away, for the magic which stains it gold and colorful is a beautiful sort. Wind tinkles in the metallic leaves, creating a melodious sort of cacophony, and sunlight glints from each serrated edge. Other gather near, drawn forth either by the mystery or the stories. Some touch the tree, others offer prayers, while others still simply peer on curiously. For her part, the dark warg stays in the shadows, simply enjoying the way the sun licked against the colored panes, not entirely trusting of the magic even as she appreciated its beauty.
And as the sun began to set, she too turned to leave the tree behind, with only a pleasant memory to remind her of the spectacle.
Mephisto | "speaks" | @Random Events
***STAFF EDIT
@mephisto has been awarded +1EXP!
