The stars are alive, child! Did you know that? Everything out there is alive, and there are grand purpose abroad!
Luvena has loved many places in her lifetime. She has loved the cascading willows and soft winds of Herstial. The songs that herstillian sung, that lilted over the wind, and carried a melody and harmony together, hauntingly beautiful tunes gliding through the kingdom.
She has loved the towering trees and dappled ground of the woods, and the deafening darkness at its center. With the Artax leaping through, hooves large enough to crush, and antlers that knocked down trees, making way for new life among their old and rotting roots.
She had even come to love the Red waste, with its sun shining brightly over towering rocks made of sandstone and strength. It’s oasis a beacon of hope in a harsh landscape, and it’s people good enough to take her at her worst, good enough to raise her children with hope.
She has even come to love the night court itself. Though it can be a harsh place, as any city can, with people unruly milling about among the kindest of them. Though the torches on the walls, that are lit at night make her skin prickle with unease, as she dances as far away from each one as she can. There is something about the court that makes her heart swell with pride to call it her home. Even the carvings of Caligo in the stone walls start to resonate with her, and she begins to see the goddesses presence in the moon and the stars. And she wonders if perhaps, it is time to pay the night deity a visit.
But she can not always look at it cheerfully. She can’t this night, when she spots a citizen unknown to her berating a beggar in some side alley. She makes her way over with haste, wobbling on thin legs. Without a word she dropped a silver coin into the beggars bag. It took only a moment for the belligerent stranger to start arguing with her as well.
“Why give to him? For sitting here? Doing nothing for the court!”
“Because I know what it is to not be able to work”
They continued on like this for a few minutes, unaware of the woman entering the alley
@Kassandra
She has loved the towering trees and dappled ground of the woods, and the deafening darkness at its center. With the Artax leaping through, hooves large enough to crush, and antlers that knocked down trees, making way for new life among their old and rotting roots.
She had even come to love the Red waste, with its sun shining brightly over towering rocks made of sandstone and strength. It’s oasis a beacon of hope in a harsh landscape, and it’s people good enough to take her at her worst, good enough to raise her children with hope.
She has even come to love the night court itself. Though it can be a harsh place, as any city can, with people unruly milling about among the kindest of them. Though the torches on the walls, that are lit at night make her skin prickle with unease, as she dances as far away from each one as she can. There is something about the court that makes her heart swell with pride to call it her home. Even the carvings of Caligo in the stone walls start to resonate with her, and she begins to see the goddesses presence in the moon and the stars. And she wonders if perhaps, it is time to pay the night deity a visit.
But she can not always look at it cheerfully. She can’t this night, when she spots a citizen unknown to her berating a beggar in some side alley. She makes her way over with haste, wobbling on thin legs. Without a word she dropped a silver coin into the beggars bag. It took only a moment for the belligerent stranger to start arguing with her as well.
“Why give to him? For sitting here? Doing nothing for the court!”
“Because I know what it is to not be able to work”
They continued on like this for a few minutes, unaware of the woman entering the alley
@Kassandra
