Mephisto
dusk court spy
dusk court spy
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t is easy to stand beside the scholar and share stories of their respective homes. While Novus had not always been the place she’d called home, it was growing on her. Sure, she missed the wild winters of the Winter Court, but more than the land, she missed the faces within it. When she dreamt at night, Mephisto could see their faces – Karou, Gabriel, Ekaterina. They had been her family, more than anyone here. They had been the blood she’d been wiling to fight for – to die for. And for what? The lot of them had been lost to the Rift-tide magic, a feeling which left a bitterness in her which could not be quelled.Some nights, she suffered from survivor’s guilt – wondering why the Rift had dumped her here while the others had perished. Still, there were those who she’d met in Novus who remembered, and so the Pegasus holds hope that perhaps one day she might see the others again. These thoughts wash quickly through her mind as she hides them with a smile, wondering aloud to Septimus at his own origins. "Were you born in Delumine? Or in Novus, I should say…?” Her curiosity piques as the rest of the world falls away, all attention focused on the ruddy stallion and his vibrant descriptions.
"It sounds a lovely place , and like you know it well. The library in particular seems a curious sight to behold. I’ve always been keen on learning, though I cannot claim to keep up with Delumine’s scholars. I would like to see it, and gladly take you up on your offer to escort me.” There is an earnest note to her voice, for Mephisto trusted the stranger with his immediate likability and pleasant demeanor. It was refreshing, to be honest, letting her guard down and allowing her curiosity to wander past the walls she generally stood behind.
For it was the magic which clouded her mind, the curse and the blessing. She had little time or patience for the lore of Novus, being slave to many gods and goddesses throughout her life, and finding more toil than gain from worship. But magic was something different entirely, something darker and unpredictable. In the magic, she was prone to lose her sense of control, and thus her sense of identity… and only now was the warg beginning to find ways to harness the strange visions which assaulted her psyche.
She shakes away the thought, wondering what else a newcomer to Terrestella would be interested to see. "Our land is also host to a hospital, dedicated to healing not only our People, but those in Novus writ large. You can find it northeast of here, deep within the Tinea Swamp.”
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