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Played by Offline Layla [PM] Posts: 94 — Threads: 14
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Dawn Court Medic
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 6 [Year 499 Spring] // 15 hh // Hth: 20 — Atk: 20 — Exp: 35 // Active Magic: Empath // Bonded: Hāsta (American Crow)
#1

i'm confused by the shapes in the dark
the thoughts in my head
i know i'm alive, i thought i was dead


There is a part of her that feels like she's betrayed someone or the swamp itself for leaving. Terrastella and that swamp had treated her well for nearly a year. The house she kept to herself in had its own voice and feelings too and it broke her heart to leave.

But she had to, she had no choice.

After the terrible tragedy in the forest when Hāsta was torn apart, she had to find justice. She wanted to find the culprit and - well she didn't know what she would do. Hex them? Maybe. Trying to reason or understand their motives is highly unlikely at this point.

Seasons have passed now and unfortunately, no luck on that front. With a heavy heart, she decided to leave Terrastella and her home behind to settle down in the Dawn Court. She isn't sure if it's temporary or not yet, but it's as if Hāsta is keeping her here. Something about her spirit is telling her the forest is where she's meant to be right now.

And since everything, Corr has stitched Hāsta back together in some horrid attempt to preserve her. Even as she sets up her windchimes and various lawn decorations, she talks to the bird. Corr's sanity has not been the same since it happened, but her grip on reality has slipped so far already. To her, the crow still speaks and so she talks back. Just like old times.

The crow is giving her sass about her choice of decorations and so Corr snaps back, "You have no sense of style, you old bird!" and insists on putting up her wreath of garlic on the door. "This is fashionable and functional. It keeps the vampires and evil spirits away." The mare steps back to look at her door and nods with approval. The smell of the garlic is still as strong as when she first picked it.

She can hear footsteps behind her and it makes her ears twitch. She spins around and sees a woman before her and suddenly gets flustered.

"Oh, hello! Um, have you come for a reading? Oh wait, I'm not set up here…" she trails off, realizing she hasn't quite built a client base in Delumine just yet. She considers herself a talented psychic, but isn't sure if her name has gotten around too far yet. Corr realizes she's been pacing back and forth in front of the woman. "Ah, can I help you?" She offers a smile and stops her pacing.

Hāsta (or what's left of her- she literally looks like a stuffed crow) has been propped up against the house facing them. However, she now appears to have slumped over slightly. In Corr's mind, the crow is mocking her, so she looks over and glares. Typical Hāsta.

"Speaking."
credits


@Elena <3






(For reference of Corr's house, click here; doubles as a plot thread!)

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Played by Offline Sam [PM] Posts: 126 — Threads: 30
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Dusk Court Medic
Female [She/Her/Hers] // Immortal [Year 498 Summer] // 15.2 hh // Hth: 26 — Atk: 14 — Exp: 28 // Active Magic: Empathy // Bonded: N/A
#2


take this burden away from me
and bury it before it buries me


She keeps her eyes closed. The longer that she keeps them shut, the longer she can keep the world out, sit in the warm embrace of her memories of lives she has lived. (Daughter, lover, friend, prisoner, apprentice, healer, politician.) Her heat thrums steadily in her chest. She remembers the way he felt; warm, alive. She remembers that he held her like he did not mean to let her go, and how parts of her wished that he wouldn’t have.

It is a quiet morning – with little else but the dull roar of the turning waves rolling over one another in a rushing bid to get to the sandy shore of Elena’s sea side home. The gentle morning sun can be seen reaching down with caressing light against the far ocean water. The sky is open and bright – a vivid, rich sapphire, painted with a single stroke of lavender as the last sliver of night desperately clutches at the very edge of daybreak. The breeze is gentle, it whispers and smiles as it finds its way to Elena then. It is only then that she finally opens her eyes to free the day.

She thinks summer mornings may be some of her favorite. They remind her of simple times racing across meadows, and laughing by the babbling brook, and falling in love with stories beneath a giant oak. Elena is and always will be a child of summer. Elena watches the swirl of dust and pollen in the slants of sunlight with eyes of silver blue, it sparkles and shimmers for a moment before Elena walks through it, leaving her home behind for the day.

Her wanderings these days are relentless

Something moves her forward and she doesn't entirely understand it. She had been so content when she had been a little girl to stay put in Windskeep, but no longer. Something has been churning at her, in her gut that keeps her from truly sleeping, leaving her restless and aching. Elena finds she wishes to keep her feet constantly moving. This morning is proving to be no different.

She goes to Dawn, as she so often does. She is in Dawn as often as she is in Terrastella these days. Solterra had still proved to be elusive, the girl brave enough to wander towards the desert, but not foolish enough to actually walk the sands alone. Denocte—is another matter entirely. Her heart both aches and fears the land, and perhaps this is what she finds to be most fascinating about it. That, and the shadows and starlight that reside within its borders, begging Elena to return.

The forest welcomes her with open arms as it always does, she wanders between the large trees and with the image of fog in her head she could almost feel as if she were back in Taiga, seeking out a particular red haired cousin of hers. It is only when she makes her way around a particularly large tree that she spies a house up ahead. It is beautiful, and Elena continues walking forwards, slowing her steps only when she spies the mare who the home must belong to. She realizes a moment too late that she may have come a little too close when the woman spins around to meet her in surprise. “Oh, sorry,” she rushes her apology to the startled mare, and the palomino ducks those blue eyes away from her. Her gaze returns only after the mare trails off her own words. Though her words may have faded, Elena’s curiosity has only been piqued.

“A reading?” She asks, taking a small step closer. “What do you read?” She questions further. Elena follows the mare’s gazing look towards the house. “Sorry, I hope I didn't intrude,” she says quickly once more, that apologetic voice rising to her words. “I really love your house,” she says almost sheepishly. “I was just wandering through and it caught my eye,” she admits. “I’m Elena.”

so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me




@Corrdelia




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let's light this house on fire
we'll dance in the warmth of its blaze
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Played by Offline Layla [PM] Posts: 94 — Threads: 14
Signos: 40
Dawn Court Medic
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 6 [Year 499 Spring] // 15 hh // Hth: 20 — Atk: 20 — Exp: 35 // Active Magic: Empath // Bonded: Hāsta (American Crow)
#3

i'm confused by the shapes in the dark
the thoughts in my head
i know i'm alive, i thought i was dead


Much to Corr's delight, it seems the woman is interested after all. The psychic's usual spark returns and her silver eyes seem to sparkle. This is what she lives for, not just doing readings, but teaching others about her craft.

"Oh, no, no, you didn't intrude at all, dear! I read a few things- cards, runes… I've dabbled with throwing bones a bit, but it's primarily tarot cards that I look to," she explains, recounting her one experience when she first tried bone divination. Either she predicted her death or some day she's going to grow an extra wing, she's still not too sure to this day. Tarot and the spirits are where she shines the most and is able to gain the most clarity, so that is what she'll stick with.

When Elena compliments Corr's house, she turns around to look at it again. It's nothing like her house in the swamp, but it'll do. She's slowly made it her own and it has its own characteristics she's come to enjoy.

"Thank you! I've moved more recently, but it's coming along," she says, turning to Elena with a toothy grin. "I'm Corrdelia Maude, resident psychic and crow witch as they call me." She bows in greeting and in her mind, Hāsta is doing her usual grumbling. Every time she uses her title, the crow groans in some way because she thinks it's unnecessary.

"Oh hush," she snaps back at the bird, giving her a sideways glance. The sad body of Hāsta just seems to slump down further against the side of the house. "That's Hāsta, but don't mind her, she's just a grumpy old crow that likes to make silly comments about everything." Corr rolls her eyes, but really she finds it amusing. After all, the crow wouldn't be her bonded without all this back and forth. There had been a time that was gone and it didn't feel right. She doesn't like to think back to that time.

"Have you traveled far? Maybe I should set you up inside with a nice cup of tea," Corr offers and opens her front door. Instead of waiting for Elena's answer, she's already gesturing her inside. Quickly, she makes her way to the kitchen to get her tea kettle ready.

"Speaking."
credits


@Elena <3






(For reference of Corr's house, click here; doubles as a plot thread!)

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Played by Offline Sam [PM] Posts: 126 — Threads: 30
Signos: 1,315
Dusk Court Medic
Female [She/Her/Hers] // Immortal [Year 498 Summer] // 15.2 hh // Hth: 26 — Atk: 14 — Exp: 28 // Active Magic: Empathy // Bonded: N/A
#4


take this burden away from me
and bury it before it buries me


Ask Elena how she got to Novus, to Dusk Court, and she will tell you the honest truth, she does not remember. She had risen from the sea, like the kelpie girl she was not and would never be. (Maybe this is why the Denocte man will break her heart.) She had come ashore like a battered piece of driftwood, but strong never the less as Anandi found her. She had walked with water-weary feet and walked from the coast to the city. She had wandered here, she likes to say, it sounds so much prettier when she packages it like some sort of exotic adventure than what it really was.

Maybe she remembers, though.
But maybe she just doesn't want to tell you about it.

At least not yet.

Still, she can remember all those legends she was told and love that was written in the stars. They are painted on her soul, as they all are for legacy children, in bright colors that cannot fade no matter what damage has been caused. These stories of her youth are what she clings to.

She blinks at the woman for a moment, waiting to see her reaction before a warm smile spreads to her face in response to the woman’s words. “Tarot cards?” She questions taking a step forward. Her curiosity piques like a ballerina ascending en pointe. Despite her youth, there is a gravity to Elena, a bruising behind her eyes that tells everyone that she has seen her fair share of sorrows. “Can you…” she asks, unsure of how to put it. Marcelo comes to mind and his visions that have obscured his eyes with blinding light. “See the future?” She finishes, embarrassment blooming on her cheeks at her question, wondering if the woman would think her silly.

“Where have you moved from?” She asks, so unknowing that she asks a girl who once lived in her very court, who performed her very tasks. Their fates were not aligned to meet in the swamp it would seem, but the forest. Psychic catches her words, but Elena merely offers her a bout of friendly laughter. “I think I may just prefer to call you Corrdelia if it is all the same to you,” she says.

This is when her eyes find the bird once more. “She is beautiful,” Elena says, admiring the feathered creature. There is a carefree smile on those delicate features of hers. (Fae, Tenebrae would say if he were here, she is certain.) Glacier eyes find Corrdelia once more. “A cup of tea sounds lovely,” her voice soft and lilting. Elena moves into her kitchen and feels instantly warmed by the sights and sounds that surround her. It is only when the woman finishes making he tea that Elena hesitantly asks something of her. “Do you think, I could have a reading?” She asks.

Going into life blindly has brought Elena far more downs that ups, perhaps she could find some moments of clarity with the winged girl and her tarot cards.

so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me




@Corrdelia




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let's light this house on fire
we'll dance in the warmth of its blaze
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Played by Offline Layla [PM] Posts: 94 — Threads: 14
Signos: 40
Dawn Court Medic
Female [She/Her/Hers] // 6 [Year 499 Spring] // 15 hh // Hth: 20 — Atk: 20 — Exp: 35 // Active Magic: Empath // Bonded: Hāsta (American Crow)
#5

i'm confused by the shapes in the dark
the thoughts in my head
i know i'm alive, i thought i was dead


The curiosity in the woman's voice has Corr feeling giddy. Doing readings for others brings her joy, but so does having others feel genuinely interested. She can tell this woman is one of those and it makes her smile. At the question of seeing the future, she chuckles.

"In a way, yes," she answers. "Tarot is more of an intuitive art; a window into the soul. However, the other forms of divination out there can be helpful in getting an idea of the future. There are some whose magic even allows them to see visions, but I just use my divination tools, empathy and intuition."

Corr's title is quite long, yes, so it doesn't surprise her that Elena doesn't want to call her the entire thing. Although, when the woman asks where she moved from, she realizes she left out another part of her title. She'll have to start getting used to saying "resident psychic and crow witch of Delumine".

Corr places the kettle by the fire to heat up the water inside. "I used to live in the swamp of Terrastella. Since the time I came to Novus, actually. I-" she starts to explain, but her mind goes fuzzy when thinking back to exactly why she moved. Had something happened? Had it just been fate bringing her here like it did before when she arrived in Novus? Her head hurts the more she tries to remember this piece of it, so she just leaves it out. "I'm starting to get used to forest living, although it's certainly much different."

Thankfully, Elena agrees to a cup of tea, although Corr had already set everything up either way. It's a drink that's good for the body and mind, which she feels she could use right now for herself anyway. This way at least, she can share a cup with her new friend.

While waiting for the water to be ready, she realizes that Hāsta is still sitting outside and hasn't joined them. The silly bird didn't even hear the compliment that Elena gave her! Corr quickly steps back outside to bring the bird in and helps her perch onto the counter. "Our new friend complimented you and you're being rude!" she chastises the bird, shaking her head. Of course, there is no actual response from the crow, but in Corr's mind, her companion is grumbling as usual. She pays no mind to it and goes back to prepping the tea.

Once the water is all set, she pours it into two mugs and places the tea in them to steep. It's her own personal blend of lavender and vanilla, so she hopes that Elena will enjoy it as much as she does. As she walks over to serve the drink to the mare, Elena asks about getting a reading of her own. It makes Corr so happy that she almost spills the drinks onto the floor.

"Oh! Yes, of course! I would be delighted," she says, still holding the drinks while moving over to her table. "Come, come." She sets the drinks down on the side and gestures for Elena to come take a seat. The table is from her old house and has intricate patterns resembling constellations. She has newer cushions for seating that are a deep shade of purple.

Corr brings out two decks of cards with their faces turned down so only the simple design of the back can be seen. "I hope you don't mind the cards as I have my other supplies still packed away somewhere," she says, feeling a bit embarrassed. Normally she's a lot more organized than this. "At least I can still give you a choice here though! Now, I can use the traditional deck which I like to think is more intuitive and a chance to reflect on yourself, but I also have one I can use to help you seek out your animal spirits. They act as guardians and can share important messages. Which do you feel most drawn to?" She knows it's not an easy question for some to answer, but something tells her that Elena possesses a little intuition herself. "Also, if you have a question you want to ask the cards, think on that or you can say it out loud."

Corr can hardly wait to find out what Elena chooses.

"Speaking."
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@Elena <3






(For reference of Corr's house, click here; doubles as a plot thread!)

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Played by Offline Sam [PM] Posts: 126 — Threads: 30
Signos: 1,315
Dusk Court Medic
Female [She/Her/Hers] // Immortal [Year 498 Summer] // 15.2 hh // Hth: 26 — Atk: 14 — Exp: 28 // Active Magic: Empathy // Bonded: N/A
#6


take this burden away from me
and bury it before it buries me


Before her mother and her father, before abandoning Windskeep and moving to Murmuring Rivers, she had been that filly who dreamed of both new and wild worlds, untouched by any and never before gazed upon with mortal eyes, Alongside these imaginings of a world even more wild and wondrous that the one she lived in and walked through, she would also dream of a knight in shining armor to sweep her off her hooves, to take her up into his embrace and tell her just how deeply his love and devotion ran for her. She had begged her mother for the stories of valiant princes rescuing princesses from mighty dragons that guarded towers made of cold stone loneliness. And her mother had been more than happy to weave tales of star-crossed lovers going through tremendous lengths to be together, crossing oceans and conquering mountains all for the sake of a love that rang true in their hearts for their special someone.

She tells herself these stories are not true, that they will never be true, that she is better off not even wishing it.

But, wishes are silent pitter patters on a heart. You sometimes only feel it in the fleeting ways your soul soars unexpectedly.

She likes her laugh and unable to help herself, Elena finds herself hoping. Thinking perhaps some answers and some guidance would be given to her today. “My cousin could see into the future, he said at most times it was, startling. He wouldn't often tell us what he saw,” she added, remembering the flashes of light and Marcelo growing silent.

Her home is pleasant, and the the whistle of the tea kettle draws Elena’s blue eyes away from scanning it and to the drink that awaits. “I’m from Terrastella!” Comes her chiming reply. Elena doesn't recognize her, even as she takes a closer look. It was entirely possible they had just missed each other. Elena watches her carefully for a moment, as the woman gains her barring. “I’ve only been in one forest as large as this, it’s lovely,” she reassures her quickly.

There is twinkling laughter at Corrdelia reprimands her bird, it is only when Elena actually spies her carrying the bird inside that Elena quiets herself for a moment. The obsidian feathered friend didn't seem to be…alive. Her mouth opens, and closes as she thinks better, Corrdelia seemed content, and Elena was never one to blemish another’s fantasy with the heaviness of life and burdens. “This smells amazing,” she says instead, blue eyes flittering to the dead crow briefly before she rests them on the mare.

She follows the mare, laughing at her excitement with nothing but earnest care and gentleness. “Animal spirits,” she says concentrating, Elena closes her eyes for a moment, collecting her thoughts before one rises, clear above the rest. Maybe it is an age old question, one many people have asked and never received an answer, Elena doesn't know why she would be any different.

“What am I supposed to do?”

so take away this apathy
bury it before it buries me



@Corrdelia




[Image: ddvotwe-59302ba6-6a81-47bf-9846-30c5a5db...0iFb4PvyXE]

let's light this house on fire
we'll dance in the warmth of its blaze
pixel made by the amazing star

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