Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
The only favors she ever asks for are from Solis. Though perhaps more fickle than a mortal, she resents owing anything to someone who lacks the divine qualities of a god. So it's with reluctance that she travels to Terrastella, in search of the one they call Rannveig, sovereign of the Dusk Court. In her travels, especially here in the southeastern part of the continent, she'd heard whispers on the wind that the new queen was a gifted healer. With the injuries she had sustained against the Elder Teryr, Inkheart has found herself in desperate need of healing, especially for her fractured bone.
And so, she hobbles into the Dusk Court, wings assisting her progress. She had flown most of the way from the Day Court after the latest herd meeting, after the beast's defeat. Though Solis is capable of many things, this she knows, she doubts he is willing to come down and fix her himself. A mere mortal. No, best to seek out the wisdom of those earthbound creatures. She tries to move softly, to avoid drawing attention to herself. Normally she wouldn't mind crossing the boundaries of the other courts, caring not for laws that were really there to bind the... uncivilized sort. But in her current state, if anyone takes offense to her presence, she may not be able to easily defend herself.
One thing that comforts her, however, is the thought that she might chance upon that gray beast, Morozko. She remembers it so well, their night together. The fire in her blood, the lust in her eyes. The flirting had been almost immediate, the descent into madness quick to follow. She had thought she might have become pregnant, but to her relief, she was without child. Still, seeing him again (tasting him again?) would not be unpleasant.
