there's magic in our bones,
a north star in our soul that remembers our way home
If Denocte had once been a wild, strange unknown, Jezanna had come to find it was now a comfort, a thing of dependibility. At least it had been. Though she had only been there a short few months she felt that she could trust the ones she met, the ones who were supposed to have their people's best interests at heart. Perhaps then, she had been wrong. Perhaps then, she placed her trust and her faith too blindly, too readily.
Since first arriving on Novus the midnight, moon-eyed girl had yet to step foot outside where she had woken. She had been too slow about it, too unsure, and then she had been trapped like a bird. But now there was nothing stopping her, nothing preventing her from seeing the rest of the this world that was now her home, though she once had fought against that fact fiercely, unwilling to accept what fate had handed her.
Now Jezanna took her first step further. Past the raven gates that had closed them in, open at last. Through the ruined pass, until there was only green mingling with the colors of autumn. There she followed the path cutting its way through the trees, up the incline that was the Arma Mountains. It was not any easy climb, her hooves unsteady and her heart beating wildly in her chest with exertion, but when she broke past the rise she found it was worth it.
It had started to rain, grey clouds rolling in, a cool mist rising from the stone around her. She stopped and looked down over the land that stretched before her, reaching out to the sea, to the far horizon--Denocte--and she smiled. Despite the shadows cast by the cloud filled sky, despite the pounding in her ears and the hitch of her breath. Up here everything felt out of reach and entirely possible all at once. She could see all the places in this world that had so far made it her home, could feel every emotion that had ignited her veins, made her heart stutter, put a smile upon her lips.
It was then she thought she heard the sound of hooves scraping rock, of foliage rustling as it was disturbed. Silver eyes suddenly alert, Jezanna turned away from horizon and peered into the forest around her. "Who is there?" she questioned bravely, raising her voice to be heard above the din of the rain. She was not a fighter, not well equipped nor trained, but she would not show fear. Perhaps once she had been afraid of the unknown, but no longer.
Since first arriving on Novus the midnight, moon-eyed girl had yet to step foot outside where she had woken. She had been too slow about it, too unsure, and then she had been trapped like a bird. But now there was nothing stopping her, nothing preventing her from seeing the rest of the this world that was now her home, though she once had fought against that fact fiercely, unwilling to accept what fate had handed her.
Now Jezanna took her first step further. Past the raven gates that had closed them in, open at last. Through the ruined pass, until there was only green mingling with the colors of autumn. There she followed the path cutting its way through the trees, up the incline that was the Arma Mountains. It was not any easy climb, her hooves unsteady and her heart beating wildly in her chest with exertion, but when she broke past the rise she found it was worth it.
It had started to rain, grey clouds rolling in, a cool mist rising from the stone around her. She stopped and looked down over the land that stretched before her, reaching out to the sea, to the far horizon--Denocte--and she smiled. Despite the shadows cast by the cloud filled sky, despite the pounding in her ears and the hitch of her breath. Up here everything felt out of reach and entirely possible all at once. She could see all the places in this world that had so far made it her home, could feel every emotion that had ignited her veins, made her heart stutter, put a smile upon her lips.
It was then she thought she heard the sound of hooves scraping rock, of foliage rustling as it was disturbed. Silver eyes suddenly alert, Jezanna turned away from horizon and peered into the forest around her. "Who is there?" she questioned bravely, raising her voice to be heard above the din of the rain. She was not a fighter, not well equipped nor trained, but she would not show fear. Perhaps once she had been afraid of the unknown, but no longer.
@Euryale hope you don't mind a visit from Jez!
