look how they shine for you

[Seraphina]

There was something tranquil to the Dusk Court, something implacably quiet even when standing upon the crags overlooking the roaring sea – at night, she was especially careful to watch her step, though Seraphina had little fear of falling. (Perhaps it was more accurate to say that she had little fear of dying. Apathy, she’d learned, would do that to you. It crept into your bones and your heart and your soul before you even realized that it was upon you, and by the time that you realized it was there, you were too far gone. Impassive, distant, listless and dead behind the eyes; she was the law, she lived for the law, she lived for the law. But the law would live on without her. Would she live on without the law?) Starlight cast desaturated silver dappling across the shaggy grasses that were persistent enough to grow on the edge of the cliffs. She had been here before during the day, and the difference in hue was striking – vibrant green grew dull and ethereal in the grasp of the stars, little more than velveteen, salt-soaked remnants of daylight splendor. Seraphina, for her part, wandered the crags like some passing apparition, monochromatic coat ghostly beneath the stars.

She’d decided that her search for the relic would resume in the morning; tonight she would wander in what little comfort solitude provided, parse the landscape for a bit. Or so Seraphina had imagined – she had not been wandering long when her gaze caught on another mare. She stood so close to the edge that Seraphina wondered if she intended to jump off, then, abruptly, stumbled back as though she had been stung. She was a creature of reds and whites, hint of dark chocolate here and there, and elegant and solid in build. (Likely a radiant creature in the morning light, Seraphina decided. She could practically see the auburn of her hair caught in the first rays of dawn. It would gleam like fire.) Though she imagined that the mare had some fight in her, the disarray in her stance made Seraphina doubt that she was a threat, at least for the moment. The mare turned her gaze to the star-filled sky above, and Seraphina found herself following – she’d used stars to guide her way many a time in the desert, given its lack of distinguishing landmark. Shaking her head, she returned her gaze to the mare, and, keeping her distance so as not to startle her, offered a cool, “Greetings.”

@Inara