forget the horror here
IT'S FUTURE RUST & IT'S FUTURE DUST--
Seraphina would be the first to admit that she knew nothing about celebrations.
The Day Court had them when Zolin was in power, of course – she was just never allowed to attend the luxurious, grandiose events. Invitations were reserved for the most powerful (and corrupt) among the Solterrans. They’d always felt as fickle and pointless as the individuals who threw them to Seraphina, and, in the past, she probably would have dismissed the notion of a celebration with Dusk entirely. However, her new role required her to learn to navigate the world with a softer touch than she’d had in the past, and she could see the use in allowing the members of both courts some time to bond with each other. So long as it went well (and a few choice members of Solterra could control themselves), this party would benefit her efforts for an alliance considerably…
(And perhaps it could provide the Solterrans a bit of levity.)
With that in mind, she made her way to the Oasis at dawn. Seraphina had no formal invitation, but she’d learned to read the court well enough to keep tabs on most of its going-ons. She found the Champion of Community surrounded by a mass of supplies; she didn’t have much of an opinion of Bexley, given how little time she’d spent in her presence, but she seemed to be dedicated. Seraphina approached her quietly, just as she stood up her first torch. “Is there anything I can do to I help?” She asked simply, words rolling off her tongue with a subdued chill. This had been her idea, after all. The least she could do was drag supplies around while the professionals put the event together.
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I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
