NEFERTARI
We've Become Disillusioned
So We Run Towards Anything Glimmering
While her venture to Denocte over the winter months had not proved as fruitful as she had hoped, it had led the mare to some interesting places. It had forced her to realize that she knew very little about the other courts, about how her heritage spread to these places. This void in her knowledge needed to be rectified.
Towards the end of her stay she, like many others, had received an invitation to the lands of Delumine for a festival. Though the date of the event was still further into the future, the Solterran mare had decided to take the opportunity to familiarize herself with the land of Dawn, curious as to what well kept secrets the land held for her.
When she had looked upon map after map the woman came to the conclusion that the Viride was the best place to start, in no small part due to its proximity to the chain of mountains she would need to cross regardless. She had been grateful when the trees had begun to thicken, guarding against the remnants of winter chill.
The mare had heard stories of the forest, of souls that wandered forever lost in their depths. The canopy scattered the light into a pleasant glow above her while fostering soft shadows in the surrounding foliage. Each tree looked more like the last, and as she followed the worn trails left by the many animals before her, the woman realized just how true those stories could be. If the Sovereign had any need to rid herself of someone, banishment to the Viride would have been rather effective.
Nefertari melded with ambience, a balance of light and dark, her flaxen waves collecting bits of the forest as she brushed past. The peculiar gold markings on her knees and trailing down the bridge of her nose glinted in the bits of sun that managed to make their way between the trees. The mare wondered briefly if there were predators within the Viride, and if her presence would be known.
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