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 Year || 503
 Season || Winter
 Temp || -10℉ (-23℃) to 55℉ (12℃)
 Weather || Winter has left a blanket of pristine white snow in many parts of Novus. Only Solterra remains mostly untouched by the season's frosted hold, but even the desert may feel a cold breath of wind now and then. With Winter now settled across the continent, dreams of Spring dance in the minds of many.

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Thread: Coloring outside the lines

Quote: "There is something to be said for how soothing habit could be, when one was trying to avoid words they shouldn’t say." Theodosia, Cinderblock gardens
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Mateo — Dawn Court Scribe Signos: 675
▶ Played by Rae [PM] Posts: 50 — Threads: 10
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 14 — Atk: 6 — Exp: 11
▶ 5 [Year 498 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 14 hh Bonded: N/A
#1

Mateo paces the great hall restlessly.

The first snow of the season had caught him unaware, again. It always seemed to do so. If he had known it was coming, he would have hurried to the library, for a prison of books is not a prison at all. Instead he had been sleeping, and he woke up to a world of white.

The worst of it had passed but it still was coming down lightly and he could not go out without getting snow in his wings. The snow itself was not the issue, of course, and neither was the cold. He just hated getting his wings wet, and snow-covered wings eventually turned to water-covered wings. It always happened, no matter how much he shook before coming in.

So he paces. Rhythmically, of course, so that the ring of his steps on the stone floor sound like a song waiting for words. But to his annoyance the words don't come.

Eventually he stops beside a large window and peers out across the field. It is still snowing, just like the last time he checked. The stallion huffs with impatience and the window fogs up defensively. A moment passes. Thinking happens.

After another moment, He blows the cold window until a foggy veil covers one corner. He plucks a loose feather from his wings and uses it to write on the glass, reversed so that from the fields someone would read:

H E L P !

He laughs to himself, more of a cackle really, and quickly rubs away the message just in case there was someone outside who could see the message and become alarmed. After all, there is a murderer on the loose, and a harmless prank in times like these could easily cause panic.

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@Mesnyi I hope this is okay!
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Mesnyi — Dawn Court Entertainer Signos: 40
▶ Played by Muirgen [PM] Posts: 20 — Threads: 3
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 12 — Atk: 8 — Exp: 10
▶ 6 [Year 497 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 14.2 hh Bonded: N/A
#2


Mesnyi
Yes, nonsense is a treasure!
I love it from my heart;


A
night of courtly revelry had left Mesnyi slumbering into the late morning amongst furs and strangers. For some time, she had been unwilling to leave her bed (wherever it was), as she knew the stone walls of the fortress to catch only cold no matter how many fires were lit. Eventually, though, her bedmates began to stir, and, not one for post-celebratory conversation, the pale mare slipped away, hoping the hot oil on the air was being put to good use.

Not unlike a hound, Mesnyi followed the tantalizing scent through more than a few twisting corridors, finally coming upon the court kitchens. Many fluttering lashes and some sleepy poetry later, she was blessed with two cinnamon rolls and a fig. A proper brunch. 

She went quietly through the fortress, her feathering grown long and catching underfoot more often than not, as she tried to find a comfortable spot to enjoy her meal. It had snowed quite heavily, it seemed, and she had little hope for getting anywhere warmer for the next several hours. It seemed others were of a like mind; Mesnyi would have continued walking had the pegasus not been writing on the window. She was not one for scolding, really, and simply peered past him to see: HELP! He let out a graceless cackle before scrubbing the letters away. Mesnyi’s mouth held its own against her amusement, but barely.

”Having fun?” 


@Mateo | Lines on Nonsense | "speaks" | notes: ☽☼☾
rallidae
"You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while."
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Mateo — Dawn Court Scribe Signos: 675
▶ Played by Rae [PM] Posts: 50 — Threads: 10
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 14 — Atk: 6 — Exp: 11
▶ 5 [Year 498 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 14 hh Bonded: N/A
#3

"Having fun?"

Mateo turns at the musical sound, uncertain if he should be mortified that someone caught him in his stupid joke or glad that someone had noticed his witty prank.

He looks over the beautiful stranger who caught him in his childish act. The first thing he notices is that she seems cold. He thinks, briefly, that he could warm her up quite nicely-- if she wanted, of course. She was only slightly taller than him, which was just as appealing as the color and softness of her skin, and the delicate jewelry she donned, and the her subtle, floral scent, and... well all of her really. He is not even fully aware of the way he puffs his dark feathers with a quick shake of the wings. The action is as second nature as blinking.

"Trying to," he says finally, attempting to sound much cooler than he feels. (stay cool, buddy, cool as a cucumber, cool as that field covered in snow, so cool it burns to touch) His attention drifts to the cinnamon rolls in her grasp and his brows raise in surprise. He honestly imagined a woman like her to live off of nectar and water, like a hummingbird.

He can't think of any way to keep her attention, but he does not want her to go so he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind- "Do you want to play a game?" His voice rises a little in his desperate excitement, making him sound... not unlike a prepubescent boy. He clears his voice hastily (cool as a cucumber, cool as a cucumber) and looks at her with hopeful expectation.

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Mesnyi — Dawn Court Entertainer Signos: 40
▶ Played by Muirgen [PM] Posts: 20 — Threads: 3
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 12 — Atk: 8 — Exp: 10
▶ 6 [Year 497 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 14.2 hh Bonded: N/A
#4


Mesnyi
While nonsense smiles and chatters,
And says such charming things,


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he is not particularly impressed by the pegasus; he is dark and winged with a rather nice tail and a good enough face, but plain in his adornment and as soon as he opens his mouth she concludes that he is not someone special. (Or perhaps relevant is the better word, though both sound cruel.) She offers a hint of a smile at his quip, but finding little reason to stay, she nearly utters a farewell before he practically squeaks, ”Do you want to play a game?”  

Well, that caught her off guard, though he seemed about as prepared to ask her as she was to answer. She glanced down at her breakfast and said, ”Sure, if you’ll take one of these rolls off my hands.” Mesnyi did not care for what opinions may arise of a woman indulging in food, for the Benevolent loved their meals - always celebrating something - but it seemed rude to be the only one chewing the cud while an overeager boy vied for her attentions. 



Mateo | Lines on Nonsense | "speaks" | notes: ☽☼☾
rallidae
"You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while."
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