jane
In a remote corner of the main square, Jane observed what had sprung up around here. A lifetime ago, it seemed, she had been a nomadic young nymph with dreams and hopes. She had flirted with a stallion, she had tasted at poppies and at the quick joys of youthful pleasure and had then gone home to the Veil Nebula and made coffee. How sweet and soft it all was, that life of dreams. When she thought of that apartment, bitter as it was, she now associated it with the soft scent of friendship, with the sense that she was doing something greater than what she really was.
It had been a reprieve from mediocrity, of course. In the end, family had pulled through and had demanded her return. She had slipped back into the family for only a night, upon which she had observed the family’s relationship to the new blessed son that they had gained in Jane’s absence. Little attention had been paid to her save for wedding preparations, and it had been nearly comforting to go into the solitude of her husband’s home.
She wondered if he was close, her husband, or if he were far away. If he had bounded off the ship with the scent of knowledge. Isaar had hated Argona in the end, although he had never said it. Mentions of politics, even glances at the soil outside their home had led to a shivering sadness that had passed through the gelding’s body and left Jane feeling hollow. He had not even asked her about her desire to leave before he had announced their imminent departure. Jane, we will be leaving next week. Please, be not angry, it had to be done. We will be going to Novus.
Oh, that name. That name. Novus, the place that had housed her for a year and that had watched her grow into a pseudo-woman before she had ruined it all. Not the Day Court this time but the Dawn Court, where she would own not a small apartment but a manor house in the main street. The type of house that ambassadors owned.
Jane watched quietly as a young filly cantered alongside another young creature. She could hear the young thing’s yells and laughter, so utterly unaware of anything that could bring pain. Stop, Jane nearly had the instinct to call, Stop, you don’t know what you have right now! Please, please cling to it.
She was still deep in thought when the antlered man spoke. The words shocked her from her stupor and she spun, almost surprised that he had seen her. Was I really visible, all that time? She pulled herself together and registered the presence of a grulla stallion with an impressive set of brown antlers. Between them hung a face guard, clearly marking him as some sort of stallion. Jane thought remotely of Isaar, that poor little sliver of a veteran, and smiled wryly at the intruder.
“You are mocking me,” Jane said slowly, measuring her words as they escaped. “I need no company, my husband is but a few streets away.” Still, Jane did not move away from the stallion. She had not been approached by anyone other than her interaction with Veil, a situation that still sat like a burning coal inside her chest. The pain of it, of all of it, was so solid and real, that she paused quite suddenly in her tracks and turned her gaze fully upon the stallion.
A right charmer, the type of stallion that ruined a life and prided himself on the destruction. The type of stallion that Jane would never even spare a second glance on, knowing her own self-worth. But what self-worth was there now, anyway? And he was looking at her, which meant that- that just for a moment, Jane was real and existing at the same time as another. “My name is Jane. Jane Argon.”
@[Vreis] / speaks jane obv doesn't know his personality, she's just judgy lmao. trying to be smart
