@Liam has offered @Uzuri a seat by his side on the throne. It is up to the court whether or not she is fit to wear the crown.
Second sovereign voting will follow the same rules as normal sovereign voting. Only those with a character in Dusk court may vote, with only one vote per member. @Marthanoir and @Chaosy may not vote. If voting maybe, please let us know your concerns! You will have until 03/04/22 at 11:59pm novus time to vote.
Second sovereign voting will follow the same rules as normal sovereign voting. Only those with a character in Dusk court may vote, with only one vote per member. @Marthanoir and @Chaosy may not vote. If voting maybe, please let us know your concerns! You will have until 03/04/22 at 11:59pm novus time to vote.
Pure of Heart
It was time. Not that Uzi felt any more ready now than she had when she first returned back to Dusk, to her home. There were still echos of her past, the muscles that itched to return to training as a warrior, the scent of her mother long hidden in a fold of cloth in her home. The memory of the stallion that had made her feel visible again after so long. But those memories were not ones to hide from any longer. She had done just that, hiding in her shop day and night, drawing beauty from steel and finding herself once again.
But this day was not one for the forge. This was one that she needed to take to do the duties that she had once held. Not long ago, the multi-colored mare had been the Dusk court champion of battle. She had been so proud for that role, had trained her entire life to take that spot in Dusk… and now she felt so adrift and invisible once again. Staring at her door, the portal that would take her far from the safe haven she had created, Uzi took a few deep breaths. There were faces she would recognize, those she longed to see again. A new sovereign, rumors that one familiar face had become sovereign before she returned and then disappeared from sight. "Rhône…" She murmured softly, taking a breath and glancing at her bonded. The canine was snuggled warmly in her blankets and Uzi was loathe to bother her.
Taking that first step was hard, the knowledge that she was trying to find herself once again even though she was not the mare that had left. Padding out the door, she moved with a muscular gait that betrayed the warrior within her heart. The many years of near religious training that had molded her body into a weapon just like those she now created. Memories flooded her as she walked, but she let them ebb like waves. How many of those that she had adored were still here? Were they all gone like Rhône? Sighing softly, she moved into the court proper and gazed at the citadel. Would this leader even know of her name? Would she be spurned away yet again?
Entering the first room, she glanced around her. She lifted her head and gazed at one of the guards. "Excuse me, I was seeking out the sovereign. Would it be possible to see him?" She asked, her voice more solid than she felt herself.
"Neema"
@Liam
Notes: Poor girl is still so lost lol
