Mephisto
dusk court spy
dusk court spy
M
ephisto walked among the flowers, feeling clumsy where she is usually graceful, not nearly as delicate as the blooms which surround her. A whimsical part of her stops to smell the blooms, burying her face in their colors with a secret smile, taking pleasure in the beauty of them as she purrs contentedly before continuing on her way. All around her, Terrestella is ablaze with new life. Fuzzy foals nuzzle close to their mothers, bleating as they nursed and raced after one another. Trees budded with unfurling leaves, birds rose to the skies with song, and through it all, the sun shone warmly upon them.Elena’s festival was well underway, strangers coming from all corners of Novus, and the warg smiled congenially at them as they passed. While she wasn’t usually in the welcome party, Mephisto saw her duty now to serve the court more than ever, trying to atone for her absence over the last few months. She had recommitted to Marisol that she would play an active role in the politics here, and so she finds herself murmuring greetings to those who pass and doing her best to be welcoming and show the best face to their visitors.
When their company grows tiresome, she took pause and turned to the castle, winding through its familiar halls and toward its tallest peak. In the stone tower, she had often found peace, stargazing and daydreaming. Now, she peers upon the view – rows of color leading to the sea, enjoying the beauty of it and the order to the rows. From this vantage point, she can also see pictures in the blossoms, which the gardners had left for only the most curious to find.
And as she turns toward a knock on the door, her eyes fall on a stranger, one of their visitors. Halfheartedly, she shifts to allow him to see the fields below, not entirely displeased at the disruption but reluctant to abandon her view. "It’s beautiful, the Spring.” Her voice is low and smooth, like whiskey on a summer’s night. "I haven’t seen you in Terrestella before…” She turns, regarding the stranger with a quiet smile. "What brings you to our festival?”
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