home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
There is already so many things she is learning about her new ‘home’. She has met a handful so far and seen more as she traveled, she thinks she even saw one flying. There was something she would never forget, long dark wings blacked the sun out for a moment and then they were gone, so fast was their travel, she would never be able to keep up. Weir had taken some time to explore some of the more social lands in-between and within the counts. She wanted to be more familiar with her now 'home'. So for this part of her search, she returned home to the dusk court.
It was the closest thing that resembled anything Weir could recognize from her previous life as a rejected king’s albino human bastard daughter. This place looked like a place fit for her father, it was huge. The details are familiar to her old life but this craftsmanship was much more perfect, more exquisite, so precise, stunning, and breathtaking that it felt like only the gods could have created the dusk courts one building.
The large pole and stone carving and structural supports are extremely detailed. The doors tall and wide, much bigger than anything Weir would need on her own. It seemed like a giant could fit through them. The floors seemed to tell a story about a mare but not just any mare. Her beauty surpassed anything Weir could imagine and immediately she felt a desire tingle at her heart strings to know who the woman is and to know more about her.
Attentions to the details in life is important and to have a good eye for colors, patterns, and things that mesh well together. Like creating works of art in your head before you have any of the pieces in your possession. This whole world seems like that. Something she is beginning to piece together in her mind. The walls giving her clues as to her god and to what is important to her. Weir wonders if this all was made by her god. Continuing further into the palace like building she found several rooms with bowls that had powders in them and stones where roots, seeds, flowers, and dried up leaves seemed to have been left abandoned on the tables. It looked like the healers building near her village growing up. Some were tied up in bundles and hanging around the rooms, and others were organized in jars, bowls, and piles.
Weir nosed at some of the plants, taking in their features and smells and categorizing them into her memory. She would need to learn more about them. Some plants and flowers she recognized from exploring but many were still foreign to her. As she searched, she noticed that the jars had names on them that were covered up with the dust and spider webs. She used her lip to wipe the dust away from some of the jars and saw the words written: michaelmas daisy, culver’s root, and ocotillo.
She continued to read and inspect the jars as she moved around the dusk courts building. Learning, exploring, and searching.
