JEZANNA
we are infinite as the universe we hold inside
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ezanna was walking again, always walking the streets of the court and yet never getting her fill of the people, of the atmosphere, of the way it managed to make her feel so very alive. The torchlight flickered off her midnight coat, wrapping around her curves as her body soaked up the warmth. She was going nowhere in particular, looking for nothing special, and yet she was content in this moment, allowing her and her thoughts to wander.Perhaps, however, the night had a different plan, for out of the tranquility came the sound of laughter and a metallic tinkling like bells. Curiosity pulled at the young moon, encouraging her to follow the noises of excitement and they led her to the markets. What met her when she arrived was unlike anything Jezanna had ever seen before. The market was normally bustling with activity, the sound of voices, but this was laughter and joy and wonder. Equines from all corners of the court had come to see, their eyes sparkling in the firelight, smiles upon their faces as they watched the pygmy dragons scurry about and cause mischief.
A sudden weight alighted upon one of her antlers, her head dropping in surprise, a laugh bubbling up out of her chest. It was gone almost as soon as it had arrived, and Jezanna’s silver eyes followed the dragon as it took off into the air, scales a brilliant sapphire blue. It was then that her gaze found the bright, glowing moon, the centerpiece of the markets. A gasp escaped her, unbidden, like a whisper on the air, and she found herself moving toward it as if against her own will.
The closer she became, the more the silvery white washed over her body, turning her blue coat to steel and making the white of her shine like the moon itself. She was sure her heart skipped a beat as it thudded quicker, racing in her chest. Standing in the light of that moon she felt as though she were finally coming home. It felt like acceptance, like kinship. It felt like her entire being, everything she had once been and had become since awaking on Novus, was melding together. Jezanna turned, dark mane swinging, and her bright eyes looked over the gathering around her again. Perhaps it had always been meant to be.
This was where she belonged.
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