The spring season giving way and bending beneath the weight of the impending summer let the days slip into each other, longer and more unbearable for her. She grew uneasy as the year departed from her Winter Court season where she'd spent her life; but she was built to withstand and so instead of remaining locked away in the Dusk Court tower, while she mulled over the limited options she had while she wallowed, she moved outside of her Court's territories and toward a place she often went to ponder other things. The day was well on its way to becoming night, and she felt secure enough in her position (a certain trust placed in her own abilities to defend) to travel alone as she carried the weight of an entire court upon her shoulders.
The Plains opened up before her as she crossed into the waving grasses, nothing but the soft murmur of a welcome on their lips. She took the opportunity of a quiet world to steal away with her own thoughts and musings. There was no word on the standings of the other courts, but the wind told her of a change soon to be happening--she needed to prepare, she needed to gather those beneath Vespera's gaze to build a land that could withstand.
In that moment, though, amid the sea of earth, she gave herself over to the wills of the plains and stood solitary against the disappearing light. Dusk held her in its arms just as she held the court in hers; the pinks and purples in the sky kissed her goodbye.
The Plains opened up before her as she crossed into the waving grasses, nothing but the soft murmur of a welcome on their lips. She took the opportunity of a quiet world to steal away with her own thoughts and musings. There was no word on the standings of the other courts, but the wind told her of a change soon to be happening--she needed to prepare, she needed to gather those beneath Vespera's gaze to build a land that could withstand.
In that moment, though, amid the sea of earth, she gave herself over to the wills of the plains and stood solitary against the disappearing light. Dusk held her in its arms just as she held the court in hers; the pinks and purples in the sky kissed her goodbye.
And all our problems make us powerless
@lothaire
