He remembered the first time he had seen the dawn court. In Elysium, there were no cities. No building, no structure... In Lyrus it was just towers of red rock and cloudless skies. They lived under the watch of the firstborns, and nothing else. In Novus things were different. People lived in stone buildings and walked on cobblestone paths. The first time he had seen it, he wondered how anyone could live in such a closed space. How they could sleep without feeling the night wind on their pelt, or see the glow of the moon through closed eyes. He grew to understand it though. There was something peaceful about the quiet that came from living within walls. Some nights though, he still wandered out, outside the city walls, to lay underneath the stars.
Dusk court was different in a way. While the dawn court had ivy-covered walls and sharp-pointed towers, dusk had barren walls, with blunt square cutoffs. A tall tower stood over the rest of the city, casting a looming shadow over everything beneath it. While part of him wanted to explore and see everything dusk had to offer, he was only here for one thing. The library. While considerably smaller than that of dawn, they did supposedly have some tomes they were missing (He had become rather interested in researching the history of novus, and while the dawn library was plentiful, it had some clear bias towards their patron god).
He moved through the streets quietly, murmuring brief "no thank yous" to the merchants who tried to steal his attention to their wares. Most of them sold little trinkets that would be of little use to him. Even if they were, he had nothing to offer in return. He stopped once to ask for directions, having forgotten which turn he was supposed to take. Finally, he made it to the wooden double doors that guarded the trove of books.
It was much less impressive then dawn courts library. Dust gathered on the shelves, some of which sat empty, and there were very few others. An old man stood reading a manuscript in a corner, grumbling every few minutes about the unreadable writing. he gave a quiet nod to the librarian, before heading into the shelves. He stopped halfway to his destination, his attention drawn to a filly who stood alone, looking rather confused.
"Are you looking for something in particular?" he asked, keeping his voice low as he approached her. Librarians were frightful creatures, their wrath activated by loud noises he had found. "It can be hard to find things if you don't know the system"
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Dusk court was different in a way. While the dawn court had ivy-covered walls and sharp-pointed towers, dusk had barren walls, with blunt square cutoffs. A tall tower stood over the rest of the city, casting a looming shadow over everything beneath it. While part of him wanted to explore and see everything dusk had to offer, he was only here for one thing. The library. While considerably smaller than that of dawn, they did supposedly have some tomes they were missing (He had become rather interested in researching the history of novus, and while the dawn library was plentiful, it had some clear bias towards their patron god).
He moved through the streets quietly, murmuring brief "no thank yous" to the merchants who tried to steal his attention to their wares. Most of them sold little trinkets that would be of little use to him. Even if they were, he had nothing to offer in return. He stopped once to ask for directions, having forgotten which turn he was supposed to take. Finally, he made it to the wooden double doors that guarded the trove of books.
It was much less impressive then dawn courts library. Dust gathered on the shelves, some of which sat empty, and there were very few others. An old man stood reading a manuscript in a corner, grumbling every few minutes about the unreadable writing. he gave a quiet nod to the librarian, before heading into the shelves. He stopped halfway to his destination, his attention drawn to a filly who stood alone, looking rather confused.
"Are you looking for something in particular?" he asked, keeping his voice low as he approached her. Librarians were frightful creatures, their wrath activated by loud noises he had found. "It can be hard to find things if you don't know the system"
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He’s a book full of footnotes brought to life. He’s a jacket made of elbow patches.
