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Played by Offline wild / jet [PM] Posts: 57 — Threads: 6
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Day Court Scholar
Female [she/her]  |  3 [Year 503 Summer]  |  18.3 hh  |  Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 12  |    Active Magic: N/A  |    Bonded: N/A
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jane




It had been a long time since Jane had travelled in company. The last had been Hardison- it was with relief that Jane passed into the walls of the city with her new friend. 


Solterra in Autumn had barely changed at all from its shades of Summer. Coming from the desert, the light glared off every surface in a way that hurt Jane’s eyes. Centuries had given the city the impression of a skeleton; its bones older than breath, older than memory. Veil by her side, Jane tried to pretend that this city meant anything to her at all. Limited communication aside, Jane could only do her best to lend the other a silent company. 


Then, finally, Jane came across the house where she stayed. Rays of light, burning light, bounced off the eaves; the scent of dust slowly clearing for a coming Spring.


A momentary anxiety filled her chest at the knowledge that they had certainly not expected a visitor. It was not kind of her to bring Veil to them but Jane felt distinctly in her heart that this was the right thing. This was new. Never before had she had the sense of fate, like this was something predestined that she was meant to do. No one else. Just her.


A hint of selfishness had always existed in the young mare. Privileged, rich, Jane had thought only of herself in the absence of any other. Now, for the first time, it was this stranger, this newcomer, who Jane thought most about.


The door was opened by her aunt. A moment’s pause, looking between Jane and Veil. Something in the gaze said that it was over. 


“Who on earth raised you to believe this was acceptable,” the aunt said, and Jane bristled. “Who even is this?”

“I’m very sorry, ma’am, but if she could just stay in my room for a bit-”


“Jane, this is too much. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You can visit us if you need anything, but- you need to go, anyway.”


And this is the story of how Jane ended up in a street on an autumn day; heart pumping as she looked into Veil’s eyes, a cosmic entity so unsuited to daylight. Jane sank her head- anticlimactic as it had been, Jane sighed for yet another life snatched. She knew it was her own fault, but she just hoped- “I’m sorry,” she whispered. 








 
@[Veil Nebula] / speaks /im sorry this is utter shite but i've been putting it off enough /sigh. 






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Played by Offline Dyzzie [PM] Posts: 19 — Threads: 5
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Vagabond Monk
Female [She/Her/They/Theirs]  |  3 [Year 503 Summer]  |  15.1 hh  |  Hth: 13 — Atk: 7 — Exp: 11  |    Active Magic: N/A  |    Bonded: N/A
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V e i l N e b u l a
Visions of your pretty face send me into hyper space
Caught up in a palentary world
The travelled in company, but silence.

Though, she didn't think Jane minded. As they crossed into the walls of this city, colored in reds, oranges, yellows, she was surprised by the brightness. Sun gleamed and glared and Veil blinked as her eyes got used to the change of vibrancy. Beside her, Jane seemed to posture up, as if it was home, but deeper down, Veil could sense that was wrong, something was off. She didn't say anything on it, instead only touching the other mare on the shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. Then came the arrival of a house, and as Jane approached the door.

It opened, Veil felt an immediate shift.

Fear, Betrayal, Dissatisifaction, Loneliness, Emptiness, Cast-Aside, Forgotten. Veil rushed forward, but in the five seconds of feeling the sudden shift, and getting to where she could support her friend was not an easy task to make. Her eyes stared down the mare as she approached her friend's side, but her gaze had shifted, there was fire in her galaxy eyes, and the star stood taller, the inner mechanics of her being filling her with the energy, the galaxy dust rolling off her in waves as she stared down this mare who was already causing her friend distress.

And then it was like a door shutting.

The mare was turning aside, was sending them out. SHe might not know the words, but she could read the emotions, the feelings that she was getting by the changes this conversation was taking, all of the in and out clues that let her understand what she couldn't audibly translate. She didn't let the woman in the door close it before she pushed herself between her friend and her aunt, ignoring her smaller stature for the need to protect. The star in her chest seemed to be firing off multiple cues and energy through her body, and her eyes met the mare's with disapproval, distaste, an age-old being silently judging and finding this being, this filth lower than dirt.

What her friend's aunt would have seen, as she was stared down, Veil didn't know.

But she also didn't care as she turned to herd her friend away, away from this house that sung to her as a prison with out chains. This home that was more of a shelter from the elements than a realm of safety. This wasn't the place for them. They would do better on their own. Her touches were gentle, reassuring, her muzzle nuzzling her friend's shoulder, tail flicking against her side in a reassuring gesture even as she walked them away until they were back at the streets. Her friend's head sank and Veil heard the soft sound of dismissal, pushing her head back up, shaking her head, her eyes warm, reassuring. At the noise, Veil shook her head again, shoving aside the regret, embarrassment, apology. It wasn't needed. Veil perked up, tossed back her mane, and looked all around at the abundance of homes, empty buildings and more, a reminder there would be other places for them to belong.

Her gaze returned to Jane's, reassuring, determined.

FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Jane
Notes:: They shall survive. Together.
Breathin' in you give me air, I'm living on your solar flare
Could you be my super nova girl?
       
Artist Credit to Sephinta






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Played by Offline wild / jet [PM] Posts: 57 — Threads: 6
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Day Court Scholar
Female [she/her]  |  3 [Year 503 Summer]  |  18.3 hh  |  Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 12  |    Active Magic: N/A  |    Bonded: N/A
#3








jane



Jane walked in comfortable silence. It seemed to soak on her, the knowledge that Veil was silent but always a step away. There was still something unearthly about the way that Veil stepped through the world. Walking through the desert had been less traumatic, now that Jane had made herself accustomed to it through way of exposure therapy. Her eye was always on guard; her body always ready to freeze at any form of movement.


The Day Court reared its head, the dark windows seeming to linger on her motions. Poor little useless thing, they seemed to say. Poor little imposter, wanted by no one. Not even wanted by death, who seemed always to dodge her at the last second in the form of a sacrifice or latent social graces. Twice now had she gazed into the eyes of something that wanted to kill her, but hadn’t because of politics. 


The house of Aunt Vogelstein was a small grotto in a plaza far away from the centre, yet still touched by culture. The scent of flowers and honeysuckle stung her nostrils, accompanied by a bitter sense of spice. Up on the second floor was her window. She had been there last week, and yet it seemed unfamiliar to her. How strange time was, and how strange was she. Last week she had been someone else. Jane cast a glance to Veil- where had she been a week ago? Did it matter? How did time pass to a star? Jane felt a little pang of something nearing pain, but bordering on affection. 


Finally, she mustered the courage to face her social faux pas, only to have the door slammed in her face. Yet, for a moment between the door opening and the door being shut, Veil had forced herself between the two and rendered Aunt Vogelstein with a withering glance. 


For a moment, Jane felt relieved. The family had finally forsaken her.


But then there was a panic. What skills did she have? She was not wise, not skilled in any craft. She would be dead within the fortnight.


But she was not dead yet, and Veil was with her. Veil had been forsaken too, and she was still alive. And Jane leaned into the soft touches that Veil gifted her, each carrying its own meaning. Jane paused to nudge Veil back and thank her. They would figure it out together. Jane sighed softly. “We need to find a place to stay, then. We shouldn’t procrastinate. Shall we go left or shall we go right?” 


It didn’t matter. Veil was there with a particular gleam in her violet eye, and Jane was grateful for her company. Jane nudged Veil’s shoulder once more to thank her. 








 
@[Veil Nebula] / speaks /tysm for your patience! I think i finally have a bit of mojo left haha 






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Played by Offline Dyzzie [PM] Posts: 19 — Threads: 5
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Vagabond Monk
Female [She/Her/They/Theirs]  |  3 [Year 503 Summer]  |  15.1 hh  |  Hth: 13 — Atk: 7 — Exp: 11  |    Active Magic: N/A  |    Bonded: N/A
#4


V e i l N e b u l a
Visions of your pretty face send me into hyper space
Caught up in a palentary world
It felt so wrong.

No, not wrong, but off. Like what she was seeing when she stared upon the not so humble abode that Jane's family lived in was nothing but a carefully constructed image for the public. This was proven to the star when they cast her friend out, aside, as if she were an unwanted clump of space rock rather than a nebula of her own right, growing in strength and beauty and success, but not yet ready to advance into the next life. Hopefully when her friend was ready to emerge as a star, it wouldn't be as horrific as Veil's experience. Darkness. Pressure. Pain. She hated the memories.

She preferred the now.

Panic, fluttering of the heart. Beat. beat. beatbeat. beatbeat.beat beat. beatbeatbeatbeatbeatbeatbeat. She turned quickly to er friend, not sure how to help, but refusing to move away, instead showering her with gentle touches, reminding her that she was there too even when words would not aid her. There was a pause, before finally she was nudged back, and Veil smiled, eyes sparkling with galactic dust as she tilted her head towards her larger friend. The other spoke then, words not holding meaning to the star.

She tilted her head to the side.

One curled strand of her forelock floating over her eye, trailing galactic dust down her cheek as she was nudged again and she snorted in amusement, before turning to look around, first down one way and then the other. How did those on this rock spend there time, other than in an abode like what they'd been cast from. Did they need to consider other options as the sought a new refuge? Veil didn't know, so instead she tugged on a strand of her friend's mane before turning and heading randomly to the right, not sure what they'd find.

But they were together, so it'd be okay.

FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Jane
Notes:: <3 Been a bit since I had to be in Veil's mindset. Might take me a few posts to fall into it proper :D
Breathin' in you give me air, I'm living on your solar flare
Could you be my super nova girl?
       
Artist Credit to Sephinta






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Played by Offline wild / jet [PM] Posts: 57 — Threads: 6
Signos: 560
Day Court Scholar
Female [she/her]  |  3 [Year 503 Summer]  |  18.3 hh  |  Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 12  |    Active Magic: N/A  |    Bonded: N/A
#5

art by vivihal
Jane
Jane felt slightly numb to the true effect of her expulsion. She was not miscommunicated, but there was the sensation of pressure in her chest. She turned to Veil, whose eyes were like stones of amethyst. Jane didn’t know what they reflected but she appreciated it; appreciated the gentle touches of Veil’s reassurance.
 
  

She would figure it out. She had to figure it out, especially now that Veil was at her side. Yet unsure of her own mortality, where would the young mare go without some care. What if she had been left by the ocean; the water broiling and vicious. Jane would never have found her now dearest friend. 

  

Jane spoke, but the words were yet beyond Veil’s comprehension. They would have to work on that, in the next few days, weeks, however long it took. In Veil’s company Jane found a well of understanding of that what was important, the emotional ties that Jane had grown up lacking. In many ways Veil reminded her of a sibling. Jane hummed to herself, in thought as she followed Veil. 

  

They wandered in the right direction, and Jane looked around for the occasional signs that flickered. Rooms to Let. There was no way she had the funds for any of them in this quarter, so she walked without glancing. 


Slowly the world changed, and they entered the more homely middle class of the Day Court. “We could find a boarding house, I suppose,” she muttered to herself. She didn’t want to know what gossip would make its way to her family back home, and she didn’t care to find out. The scent of pepper lingered in the air, and the buildings here were made of more temporary materials.


 


A few decades later, they would all be gone. She would be gone too, most likely. What of Jane, and what of Veil, the lovely, newly mortal Veil. Would she linger in Veil’s memory? She shook the thoughts away and stopped before a building that seemed clumsily stacked together. It overlooked a street of apple trees, and the shade was gentle. 

 

Jane looked at Veil and tipped her nose in the direction of the building. “Shall we go in?” She didn’t know if Veil would understand, but hopefully there would be some connection between the intention and the words.




Tagged; @Veil Nebula. Ooc; here ya go!



  
i've never felt more alone
it feels so scary getting old


 






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