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Perhaps she should be mingling, laughing, dancing.
Instead Pavetta merely watched, lingering near the forest’s edge amid the glowing lanterns and flickering fireflies. She was not in a festive mood and yet she had allowed a young child to paint swirls of glittering silver and and rose on her cheeks. Pavetta had smiled as the child babbled on excitedly about the festival, and then when the girl’s masterpiece was finished, Pavetta had retreated once more to the edge of the forest. Dusk had settled across the sky, ribbons of color and threads of darkness unfurling along the horizon. The summer air was cool; a gentle breeze tousled silver hair across her eyes.
There were many sights, all beautiful and unique and quant, as was the entirety of the Dawn Court. Flowers, color, laughter, lovers, art, music. She had never met such peaceful, content souls such as the ones that dwelled within these fairyland borders. The maidens were fair, shy, demure and the men were gentle, loyal, steadfast. Where did Pavetta fit in? She felt too unrefined, too rough around the edges. She had lived wild among the Clans of the mountains, a bride of war and battle, a healer to the bleeding and the broken. War was a distant thing here, nothing more than a bad dream.
This isn’t the real world.
Out there, beyond Delumine, was the real world.
Would she ever see it again? A portal had brought her from world of death, darkness, monsters, and chaos. At first she had thought it a blessing when the fair King Somnus resuced her and brought her to heal in a place of peace and sunlight. But now? Now she wasn’t so sure. Only time would tell.
a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse,
creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---
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art by the lovely sid
05-13-2018, 07:47 PM
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