home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
Weir has finally arrived back into her territory from the cliffs of the terminus sea. She had been called a storm child along with many others who had seamlessly, coincidentally, and almost telepathically a group had collected together with a communal sense of appreciation for the storm. Their hearts seemed to beat as one with the cracks of the thunder in the sky. The scene is still fresh in her pink rose eyes. She seemed distracted as she crossed the border back into Terrastella. Her steps only soft thuds as she wanders on.
Her legs carefully and gracefully step around branches of large scrub bushes that dot the grasslands of the center of Terrastella. The thin blades in the darkness tickle and her ankles as the tendons support her the weight of her body and her immense caribou horns. She thought about her new friends and her new role here at home. She lets her mind reflect on the time of her childhood playing in the cool crisp waters of the river new her village. She would play with the other girls and tease the boys. They would try to make necklaces out of the reeds and flowers on the riverbank and place blooms into other girl’s hair. Weir always loved ornate things and decorating things and others. She wondered if there were ways she might be able to decorate her home.
There is a glow in the distance that Weir had noticed some time ago but she has seen wildfires before and she has seen campfires and she knew this was not a wildfire. It was much too small and the ground is still much too wet with the most recent storm to be the beginnings of one. The night is still cool and the air around her still seems calm.
She examines each of the members as she approaches without fear. She has no haste in her step but also, she is not the sleeping walking. She scans them with a light smile on her pink white lips. She faces them innocently as tries to acquire as much as she can from their appearances, knowing that it is just the surface of who these strangers really are. The one with the curious spots is familiar to Weir from when they were speaking to the Sovereign at the main hall of the Dusk Court. She seemed sweet but quiet from Weir’s first impression of her. She also sees the spotted and tusked male. He is quite the site from another time. He seems ancient and like he is a few evolutionary steps back than the others. He seems to be closer to the age of fire than others. The third is like the snow of her home. His horn like ice and his coat ducked like stone and rocks of the cold hard ground of a first snowfall.
She looked to the fire that seemed to have died down as the night began to take the place of the color in the world. The wood is just embers now. The ash listlessly drifting of the tops of glowing blocks as the winds brush the ash off.
Hello there. My name is Weir. I recognize you Morpho but the rest of you are new to me. Are you new to Terrastella?
They seem like a strong group and she always loves the sight of new faces in her home. It means that the Dusk Court is growing which creates diversity, partnerships, strength within the herd, and most importantly a community.
