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Played by Offline sid [PM] Posts: 12 — Threads: 3
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Dawn Court Youth
Female [she/her/hers] // 2 [Year 503 Summer] // 16.1 hh // Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 13 // Active Magic: Ice Reflections // Bonded: N/A
#1


and i must pour fourth
a river of words

T
he castle echoes with the sound of the rain, tap, tap, tapping against all the glass windows like it’s begging to be let in. She can hear it calling to her, like deep calls to deep, and it is the only sound echoing against the stone walls. But every window is shut and locked - and it feels to her that they’re meant to trap her inside, rather than to keep out the wind and the rain. 

Maret presses her muzzle against the cool glass, but it doesn’t budge. Her breath fogs up the glass, until the already-gray world outside is obscured, until she can no longer see the streaks of raindrops running down to pool at the windowsill. Only the sound of it persists, knocking on the window, drumming against the roof. Threatening to tear the entire place down, brick by brick, root by root.

For half a heartbeat, she wishes that it would.

And she wishes it would flood the gardens, drown the castle - and her - along with it. She wishes the Rapax rushing past the court would change its course, or overflow enough to sweep them all into the ocean. 

What does the bottom of the river look like? she wonders idly, drawing shapes in the fogged up glass. Are the kelp forests of the sea as grand as Viride? Do they have their own monsters lurking the shadows? She had read once of a city, buried far beneath the waves; with its castle made of living coral and carpets woven from seagrass. There the horses had fins of every color and fish took the place of birds (do they sing the way birds did? Fill the air with music? Or was there only the song of the ocean, the crashing of waves, the dance of the currents?) Even if text, even if only in theory, it had seemed to her a thousand times more interesting than Delumine.

But then again, Maret was always losing herself in stories, and each of them had always been more exciting than the real world. 

She loses herself now in the sound of the wind as it picks up across the meadows, pressing storm-whipped flowers deep into the ground and screaming through the hollows of the castle. The sky grows darker and darker as the strength of the tempest draws closer, until the light in the sitting room grows too weak for her to bend. She draws fish on the glass, and horses with fins for legs, and wishes she could paint the mist with colors.

And the longer she sits pressed against the window hoping to see a new world emerge from the rain, the longer she spends listening to the rain beat itself like something desperate and dying against the closed doors - the more she wants to break the glass and fling open the windows and invite the rain inside. 

A cluster of ice crystals leaps from her skin to the window when she finally pulls away. 

{ @any "speaks" notes: text }







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Played by Offline Firefly [PM] Posts: 86 — Threads: 21
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Vagabond Gatherer
Male [He/Him/His] // Immortal [Year 501 Summer] // 12 hh // Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 26 // Active Magic: N/A // Bonded: Oliver (River Otter)
#2

He stands in the rain, uncaring that it drew a chill to his too-thin body, wanting only to feel something different and something real for a change.  Pan had escaped.  From where, he couldn’t say… but he was back to something familiar once more.  The boy had no real idea of how much time had passed, but his feet had traced the way back to his cave, each memorized step bringing warm thoughts of home to him once again.  Through the weariness of travel, he had pressed onward to Delumine, winding his way at long last toward the hidden cave, long abandoned in what seemed like a different lifetime.

Pan had stepped inside, pushing away a rough collection of brambles and leaves which had collected in his absence.  He had wound through the twists and turns of the cave, feet falling almost soundlessly on damp mosses as he wept silently as memories wracked his mind.  Gone were the voices of his past, gone even were some of his treasures.  Those which remained were covered in dust, long forgotten by whatever curious seekers might have stumbled upon them.  Perhaps the green scaled boy had been forgotten by Novus as well.  Only time would tell.

For several days, he’d slept unbothered in the security of his once-home, tossing on a fresh bed of leaves as his otter snuggled close for comfort.  He’d listened to the soft patter of summer rain, drawing the scent of damp earth into his chest.  He’d cleaned the dust from what remained of his collection, and nibbled on the remnants of a days-old pastry he’d acquired at Summerfest in Denocte.  And now, after building his courage, the boy had ventured out into the world once more.

The pathways to the Dawn Court were familiar, and yet the entire land had changed since Pan had been away.  His feet led him through the muddy paths, deep into the heart of Delumine until he once again stood before the towering Dawn Court castle.  As the summer rain stilled around him, the boy simply watched for signs of life, smiling wistfully as he remembered the best times he’d had in this place… before the murders, and before the chaos that had driven him from Novus in the first place.

Now, he traces the graceful archways with wiser eyes, seeking and yearning for belonging even as his vagabond heart pulls him from aligning himself to one court or the next.  And then, those eyes find hers.  Curiosity piques from the boy to the girl, as he offers her a friendly sort of smile, rain dripping from his alabaster mane as it runs in rivets down his Arabian frame and tangles in his scales.  He watches her with interest, cocking his head playfully to the side as Oliver (his trusty companion) slinks from his bag and settles like a cape around his neck, as if challenging her to step from the castle to greet the summer rain.

It seemed the lost boy was home, and maybe not so lost and alone as he had once thought.

Pan
the vagabond adventurer
image by nikkayla
html by castlegraphics

@Maret




Second star to the right, and straight on til' morning...


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Played by Offline sid [PM] Posts: 12 — Threads: 3
Signos: 45
Dawn Court Youth
Female [she/her/hers] // 2 [Year 503 Summer] // 16.1 hh // Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 13 // Active Magic: Ice Reflections // Bonded: N/A
#3


and i must pour fourth
a river of words

S
he doesn’t think he is real at first, smiling at her from beyond the window. She thinks he might be a dream, or a figment of her imagination - her tutors always did tell her she had too wild of an imagination, spent too long daydreaming when she should be studying. And for only a moment, she is afraid to believe that he might be real.

Her heart trembles inside of her chest, stuttering; she holds her breath (even though she has been told to not, when the “episodes” come on), and counts. Six long, trembling half-beats, six sharp clenches - and then it evens out again. She lets out her breath shakily, and still the boy is there, rainwater dripping down his pale face, green eyes shining like a secret he can’t wait to tell.

He smiles at her.

Maret’s lips twitch into an almost-smile. But then it falters, slips away before it can become something more.

She stares at him, mismatched eyes trying hard (too hard) to be blank and uncaring, so hard they fail. All of her emotions are there for him to see: her longing, her uncertainty, the sound of her parents’ voices telling her to stay inside echoing painfully in her mind. ”Doctor’s orders,” her father had told her, and ”we just want you to be safe.” She didn’t understand why a cold was so much more harmful to her than the other kids her age.

She huffs at the boy, envying him, half expecting him to disappear like a cloud of her imagination taking off into the sky. But he stands rooted there, absolutely still, only his otter swinging like a scarf from his neck. But he is outside, and she is not - she bet he didn’t have parents telling him to stay indoors all the time, when all he wanted to do was run.

For half a heartbeat, she considers turning away then and pretending he didn’t exist after all. But something in his eyes has her leaning into the window again, and whispering to him through the glass -

"Are you real?"

Why, oh why did her heart clench tightly at the words once again? Was it, too, daring to hope that he would say yes?




{ @Pan "speaks" notes: Still trying to feel her out ahh sorry. has the chance to become something more.  }







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Played by Offline Firefly [PM] Posts: 86 — Threads: 21
Signos: 5
Vagabond Gatherer
Male [He/Him/His] // Immortal [Year 501 Summer] // 12 hh // Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 26 // Active Magic: N/A // Bonded: Oliver (River Otter)
#4

Despite his loneliness and longing for company, Pan remains a chipper sort of creature.  As he watches the girl in the window, a warmth rises to his eyes and his lips twitch in a teasing sort of smile, one that dares her to defy the confines of her palace home and embrace the rain-soaked world.  Still, there is a curiosity that edges him closer, as he wonders why she watches him with a cautious stare instead of joining him in the summer storm.  It is this emotion which gives him pause, and piques his interest even more as he steps to meet her at the glass, his breath fogging against the misty pane.

Are you real?

Her question draws a laugh as he shakes his head, sending rain drops flying in all directions.  Pan’s grin widens now, as he whispers against the glass with urgency.  Stay right there… and the boy turns to race from the window, leaving her to wonder where he’d gone.

He steps confidently into the Dawn Court citadel, finding his way easily through the weaving hallways until he stood in the doorway.  Here, he could see her from inside, and the boy cleared his throat so as not to startle her.  I am real. he says slowly, offering a friendly smile as he steps into the threshold of the empty room.  And you… why are you inside?  You can’t be scared of a little rain?  He teases her before shaking like a dog, water flying from his mane as Oliver chirped indignantly at his lack of manners.

I’m Pan, and this is Oliver.  There is an easiness in the way he speaks to Maret, as if the two had been friends forever.  Personable to a fault, the boy cannot help but approach strangers with an inquisitive and kindly spirit.  It simply wasn’t in his nature to take caution when meeting others.  

For a moment, the scaled boy seems to drift off in his thoughts as he wonders at how much the palace had changed since he’d been here last.  Were there any familiar faces here anymore?  Would they welcome him back?  Pan shivered as he remembered the horrors he’d witnessed when last in the Dawn Court, eager to put the image behind him even as it had haunted him for the last several months.  In a way, it was good to start over, he decided.  His gaze returns to hers once more, as he seems to shake away the darkness, an easy smile replacing his daydream stare as he waits for her to introduce herself.

Pan
the vagabond adventurer
image by nikkayla
html by castlegraphics

@Maret - so sorry this took forever!




Second star to the right, and straight on til' morning...


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