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In the few hours that she had rested in the lands of the dusk court she had already realized there is something pulsing in the air. It vibrates the strands of leaves and grasses around her, it is pulsing, and it sinks below the skin. It raises the hairs behind her ears like some fizzing static electricity. She feels like there is a calling pulling her to explore these almost virgin landscapes, to feel and to touch those sweet beautiful places and to revel in what might become of the feelings. Something between the raindrops was calling but not to just her, to everything around her. It was in the very fibers of the grasses.
She looked to the south with pale colorless eyes that carry only the pink hue of the blood flowing beneath the surface. The musk of the vegetation stagnant in the waters stills fills her nose but it reminds her of near where she grew up, about when she only had two legs and much less hair. There were places down the river from her village where people would collect different kinds of fish, they would collect some of the mud. Sometime they would find different things like feathers and shells that had somehow managed their way this far up the marshes.
She faces her direction of travel once again as she walks across the border into the courts of dawn. There was no indication of law taking over the land so she felt no fear as she walked towards a river ahead of her. She knew from her history that other people or horses like to be near water and where there is water there is people enjoying themselves with drink or becoming intoxicated in the sun. It is not sunny now but she hoped still to maybe find something nice that she could make a cloak with at some point.
There are also treasures that get left behind. She decided to begin her search for relics here near the waters of this river. She stepped gently through the tall ferns and flowers along the banks, weaving her way slowly through the trees. She even checked in the shallows between the river stones and in the sands of the banks. Regardless on if she found anything she felt calm and she could say it was nourishing for her. This is when she noticed movement in the trees coming towards her but without noticing her. The horse has teal stripes coming down its side, like hers but not quite the same. The horse seemed to be searching for something as well but Weir didn’t understand exactly what the horse was searching for so she stood there and she watched.
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Powerplaying, magic, force allowed but no
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