The stars are alive, child! Did you know that? Everything out there is alive, and there are grand purpose abroad!
It was just a hop skip and a jump away. She dared not go to close to the court building itself. She feared the leaders who made it their home. But if she had been in the prairies anyway, she figured she might as well go admire the stone towers from a safe distance. She walked slowly along the edges, taking in the carvings on the walls. The symbolism of the night courts founder herself. moon cycles engraved in stone. Some pieces missing, having been weathered over the many years. Mostly though all the structures were immaculately intact. It was clear the people of the Night Court took pride in their home.
All the buildings in Novus... they were so different from home. both of them. In Elysium, they hadn't had buildings or structures. they slept in their lands. In Crucis, under the shade of the trees, where the only light came from the glowing fauna. In Lyrus, under the star-speckled skies of the desert, with towers of red rock overhead. In Herstial they had had buildings, in a more primitive sense. All made of woven willow, and later, sturdier oak pulled into the mix. They let moss and other fauna grow into them, solidifying the structures until they were once again a living breathing piece of the earth.
Here the stacked stones were so foreign. They held a sort of sophisticated power. She wondered if they would ever lose that sort of feeling for her. As she turned away from the walls to head back across the prairies she caught a glimpse of someone out f the corner of her eye. Turning she saw him fully, headed her way. A tall stallion, with gilded shoulders and a lustrous coat. She hoped he could see that she intended no malice to the court.
@Erasmus
All the buildings in Novus... they were so different from home. both of them. In Elysium, they hadn't had buildings or structures. they slept in their lands. In Crucis, under the shade of the trees, where the only light came from the glowing fauna. In Lyrus, under the star-speckled skies of the desert, with towers of red rock overhead. In Herstial they had had buildings, in a more primitive sense. All made of woven willow, and later, sturdier oak pulled into the mix. They let moss and other fauna grow into them, solidifying the structures until they were once again a living breathing piece of the earth.
Here the stacked stones were so foreign. They held a sort of sophisticated power. She wondered if they would ever lose that sort of feeling for her. As she turned away from the walls to head back across the prairies she caught a glimpse of someone out f the corner of her eye. Turning she saw him fully, headed her way. A tall stallion, with gilded shoulders and a lustrous coat. She hoped he could see that she intended no malice to the court.
@Erasmus
