And though it was the two there, sitting side by side in their day's dying sunlight, she felt a comfort as if surrounded by those of her Winter Court; Florentine and all her girlish figure was as much family to her as her own people had been. And as their relationship would develop, she wasn't sure where Florentine's heart would lay--would she be pulled across the lands of Novus to settle elsewhere? Would she wander, never claiming a court as home? Rann was unsure what path the girl would take knowing that she had the support of her sovereign behind her no matter the decision; it would affect her, no question, but how much to lose her Emissary?
She was quiet as the words sank in around them, the pegasus as still as their statues. She looked easily toward the sun as the time passed and it sank it's way down below the horizon. She kept herself still while Florentine worked through the thoughts plaguing her, a swarm of concerns surely overtaking every inch of her mind. With her squeaked confession and question of Rann's decision, she merely turned her painted face toward her with a smile and nodded gently, sticking her nose against her cheek before pulling away.
The girl continued as the flowers in her hair drifted petals to the grass below. "'Politics.'" She scoffed quietly, mimicking the word. But with the next sentence a laugh slipped out between them, wholehearted and genuine. It seemed, for a reason not spoken aloud, the admission did not come as a surprise to Rann. Either she had already guessed Florentine's wanderlust heart had made its way into the arms of the Night Court, or it had found itself locked away in the throws of adventure somewhere else.
They turned serious as she let the girl know of her full intentions to protect her no matter where she roamed. Her own heart might have ached at the thought of needing to come through on her words, but conversation drifted again toward another court. "If that is where you end, may Vespera watch you." A usually sharp-rounded voice was delicate, placing the words like feathers around Florentine's body. She had no idea of the current state of the Day kingdom; had they, like Dusk and Night, found some way to start pulling their strings together? "Inform me of their leadership. Let them know of ours."
Gentle features put themselves once again onto her companion as she nudged the thickness of her neck with her muzzle. "Leave me now, Emissary. We will meet where the gods speak."
She was quiet as the words sank in around them, the pegasus as still as their statues. She looked easily toward the sun as the time passed and it sank it's way down below the horizon. She kept herself still while Florentine worked through the thoughts plaguing her, a swarm of concerns surely overtaking every inch of her mind. With her squeaked confession and question of Rann's decision, she merely turned her painted face toward her with a smile and nodded gently, sticking her nose against her cheek before pulling away.
The girl continued as the flowers in her hair drifted petals to the grass below. "'Politics.'" She scoffed quietly, mimicking the word. But with the next sentence a laugh slipped out between them, wholehearted and genuine. It seemed, for a reason not spoken aloud, the admission did not come as a surprise to Rann. Either she had already guessed Florentine's wanderlust heart had made its way into the arms of the Night Court, or it had found itself locked away in the throws of adventure somewhere else.
They turned serious as she let the girl know of her full intentions to protect her no matter where she roamed. Her own heart might have ached at the thought of needing to come through on her words, but conversation drifted again toward another court. "If that is where you end, may Vespera watch you." A usually sharp-rounded voice was delicate, placing the words like feathers around Florentine's body. She had no idea of the current state of the Day kingdom; had they, like Dusk and Night, found some way to start pulling their strings together? "Inform me of their leadership. Let them know of ours."
Gentle features put themselves once again onto her companion as she nudged the thickness of her neck with her muzzle. "Leave me now, Emissary. We will meet where the gods speak."
And all our problems make us powerless
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