So this was a member of Night Court after all. The equine proclaimed she was studying to be a medic. Willoughby had met a lot of medics so far; she wondered if it was commonplace in Novus. “Ah, a day off from studying?” she inquires, tilting her head “do you have a teacher at the court?” She had been blessed with a tutor that grew into a mentor.
“The road is my home thus far” the maiden replies easily, smiling “the courts call me vagabond, and it fits for now. I haven't a proper home; Novus is not somewhere I had been born to.” She has found that she has to explain this a lot, but does not mind. There are all walks of life out there. No sovereign called to her yet. No regent, no champions...
She did not like to make a commitment without knowing who ruled over her. “My name is Willoughby, by the by.”
“speech”
