Southern Falwood
Domain of Nairth San'Seya
West had not been the direction Eske thought to travel when preparing to deliver the Futures Tome to the King of the Spring Court. Northeast to the Taagi Baara Steppes is where she'd always planned her path. It was often a long and tiring journey and the lands there were never so lush or verte as those of her own home grove. In this yearly ritual she often collected beautiful flowers for King Oberon, fruits and vegetables that did not readily grow in his lands. A new feather quill gifted from a pegasus for him to write his letters. Fine-pressed mushroom leather boots expertly crafted by the Duskirae for his long travels. And, of course, the most delicious duskberry wine Mirlorne had to offer.
Yet the arrival of a missive just a day before her departure had dashed these tailored gifts and plans to pieces. King Oberon was not, exactly, to her taste but he was not without his charms. A socialite and a terrible gossip, he did so love the arrival of the Futures Tome for his own enjoyment. But the King had taken ill - a fact that had either been hidden or very recent, for one such as Eske to not be at least somewhat aware was mildly unsettling. Seers didn't see everything, but subjects of such high priority did not often escape her knowing.
So she was to travel west and south, deep into the Falwood forests, and she wondered if it might not have been better that Asemir had taken the Spring Futures after all. Though on his north doorstep, he was away to Winter Court with their Futures and much too far gone now to return on such short notice.
Eske arrived along the leylines well into the evening hours. Not a sliver of gold was left to the sky - truly a boon to her and her own lunar alignment. A moment spent to bask in the light of the moons was enough to rejuvenate lost energies, though she would be weary for the rest of the evening after such a journey. Not so much that she could not enjoy the home within which she entered: that of Nairth San'Seya. All manner of greenery and foliage greeted her, a welcome sight to the heradryad. The flora sang peacefully under the silver night sky, leading her inward along a footpath following a stream. She traveled lightly just inches above the ground, the wings at her back humming like a nest of bees, and all along her route the flowers and plants bent in. A path of tiny blooms, clover, and nettle remained in her wake.
As she found herself drawing up the shores of a glistening lake, Eske gently dropped her roots to the ground and folded the wings at her back. The Patron of the domain was near - that much she could sense - and she meant not to offend by drawing too far in unaccompanied.
Domain of Nairth San'Seya
West had not been the direction Eske thought to travel when preparing to deliver the Futures Tome to the King of the Spring Court. Northeast to the Taagi Baara Steppes is where she'd always planned her path. It was often a long and tiring journey and the lands there were never so lush or verte as those of her own home grove. In this yearly ritual she often collected beautiful flowers for King Oberon, fruits and vegetables that did not readily grow in his lands. A new feather quill gifted from a pegasus for him to write his letters. Fine-pressed mushroom leather boots expertly crafted by the Duskirae for his long travels. And, of course, the most delicious duskberry wine Mirlorne had to offer.
Yet the arrival of a missive just a day before her departure had dashed these tailored gifts and plans to pieces. King Oberon was not, exactly, to her taste but he was not without his charms. A socialite and a terrible gossip, he did so love the arrival of the Futures Tome for his own enjoyment. But the King had taken ill - a fact that had either been hidden or very recent, for one such as Eske to not be at least somewhat aware was mildly unsettling. Seers didn't see everything, but subjects of such high priority did not often escape her knowing.
So she was to travel west and south, deep into the Falwood forests, and she wondered if it might not have been better that Asemir had taken the Spring Futures after all. Though on his north doorstep, he was away to Winter Court with their Futures and much too far gone now to return on such short notice.
Eske arrived along the leylines well into the evening hours. Not a sliver of gold was left to the sky - truly a boon to her and her own lunar alignment. A moment spent to bask in the light of the moons was enough to rejuvenate lost energies, though she would be weary for the rest of the evening after such a journey. Not so much that she could not enjoy the home within which she entered: that of Nairth San'Seya. All manner of greenery and foliage greeted her, a welcome sight to the heradryad. The flora sang peacefully under the silver night sky, leading her inward along a footpath following a stream. She traveled lightly just inches above the ground, the wings at her back humming like a nest of bees, and all along her route the flowers and plants bent in. A path of tiny blooms, clover, and nettle remained in her wake.
As she found herself drawing up the shores of a glistening lake, Eske gently dropped her roots to the ground and folded the wings at her back. The Patron of the domain was near - that much she could sense - and she meant not to offend by drawing too far in unaccompanied.