[AW] hangin next to you [meeting]

[Morpho]

The day began like any other, and the butterfly mare found herself alone with her thoughts.  Though she would welcome such things even months before her arrival to Novus, now – there was a certain amount of loneliness that came with the silence.  The empath craved interaction, and dragged herself from her now-frequent perch on the sea cliffs to make her way back toward the capital.  Whether it was duty that spurred her onward or the simple need for companionship, she picked up her step, crossing the familiar borderlands until she found herself striding toward the dusk-shadowed temple in the distance.

As soon as she began to arrive in this place, she knew something was different.  There was an energy in the air, an urgency that drew her to move faster.  As her legs danced rhythmically along the moss-strewn path, she heard the cry of Rannveig, curiosity settling as she wondered what the cause of such a meeting would be.  And as she neared the others, the butterfly mare began to take in the sights around her.

Morpho was, in a word, surprised to see so many faces here.  Most were new, though she offers a smile to Rannveig as her meadow green eyes scour for her one familiar friend, the effervescent Florentine.  Not finding the flowery emissary, the butterfly mare joined ranks with the others, looking around to memorize their faces.  These creatures, all of them, would be her family now.  The sage made a mental note to try and meet each and every one of them, her presence among them unobtrusive and quiet as she watched, and waited to see what came next.

Morpho

sage of the dusk court

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