home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
The day had been a cool one full of colors. The leaves littered the ground near what few trees crowded around each other in the grassy plain of terrastella. Mostly there are grasses that are fading from their lush, vibrant emeralds and blues to the duskier oranges and yellows as they feel winters chill in their leaves. Some are thick of branch and small of leaf and those are the ones that will last through the winter. More like hedges than trees or maybe even considered weeds for their sheer abundance they scatter this part of the landscape to provide some escape from the winds that drive across the land from the sea. It is a time of change and whenever there is change there is a time for contemplation and collecting of thoughts.
At least for Weir, it is. She thinks of how she first arrived and then the decision of the sovereigns. Next came the crowds and the picking of those who hold positions of power. One day she was chosen for the champion of community and has since struggled with how best to go forward with this role. She has been her friendly self to newcomers and once followed Rannveig to the day court in hopes to be of assistance in making sure the concerns of the community were measured. But what is it that the people want? Most conversations Weir have had are those with her love Rostislav and some conversations with Reichenbach. Weir has also spoken with some members of the Dusk Court but their real thoughts never came up in their introductions. Weir decided she would like to hear what the people would like to say and then perhaps the new soverign Florentine will join them or be nearby to hear their words and if not, Weir will be there to pass them along.
She calls out across the fields and under the new stars of the setting sun. Her tone is angelic and welcoming like a songbird. Citizens of the Dusk court I welcome you to join me and speak with me. Let me hear your words about what you think about the Dusk Court and what things you would like to see happen here in your home. Her eyes are their usual soft and kind pink that shows love to all who they lay on. Her smile is a defined line across her ivory lips. She begins to start a fire where everyone can stay warm by choosing a spot of barren dirt and taken fallen limbs to the center. She collects some dried grass to start the long and lights them with a flint stone she has collected from the stone mountains. With a few strikes, a spark begins to light. She breaths gently on the fledgling light until it begins to catch the logs on fire with a few small crackles and pops.
@Florentine @Asterion @Morpho
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