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It was indeed spectacular, the twilight hours of this place. Finnian could not recall that he ever really looked at the sky before he came here, and could not pinpoint why it was that it grasped his attention and imagination in this particular part of the world. It might, he mused, have something to do with the billowing grasslands and the seemingly endless horizon. There were no trees here to interrupt the unbroken line where sky and earth collided, no ocean to steal the glory or other features of nature that might distract from the all-encompassing beauty that arched above. There was only grass and wind and the open sky, stretching endlessly in every direction, so that a person alone on that vast sea of grass was brought to full realization of their own smallness and insignificance. It was, he concluded, a very humbling experience to wander the Susurro at sundown, and Finnian had made a point of trying to avoid it as much as he could. Confidence was a virtue in a soldier, or so he had been told, and it seemed unwise to let himself be shaken in his convictions by the immensity of the world. His task was to protect and serve his fellow Courtiers, and for such a down-to-earth and practical task, he needed to keep a down to earth and practical mindset. Wreathing poems under blue-fire stars and burning twilight clouds did not exactly fall under that category. But, he had to admit that the lady was pretty enough. Finnian watched her for a while as he made his way across the plain, a good amount of distance put between them that he would not disturb her in her reveries. For a while he considered leaving her there, but a good upbringing won out - along with a keen desire to speak to her, as she really was very nice to look at - and he altered his course slightly, so that he approached her from the side. "My pardon" he hailed once it was clear beyond doubt that he was coming towards her. He kept his voice low, as much to spare the still raspy vocal cords from strain as to avoid startling the lady, and offered her a soft smile. "Lovely evening, is it not." It wasn't very original as far as greetings went, but sometimes you got further on platitudes than unbridled creativity. |
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