Taken aback by a delicate voice and small laughter, Eunwoo finds himself awkward. In truth, his conversations are usually cold, stagnant, and not filled with kindness and innocence. Was he speaking to the wrong individual? Should he have asked someone else who he could easily threaten? He couldn't go back on it now, but after the attack, Heiran had changed the location of her night court, she didn't feel safe staying in the exact location, and Eunwoo understood it fully. His mind was racing, and he needed to protect her, to figure out who had hurt the autumn fae. But as he was about to walk away, he turned slightly, looking at the fae before him. "Shouldn't you be guarded by someone? And not out here alone after the attack?"
it takes a special sort of query , an intricate amalgamation of words to pull her back , to reach her , grasp her , to wrung her from her reverie , but enwoo's already done it twice , and this time , with far more precision than during his first attempt , cutting like a delicate blade . ❛ i should be , i suppose . but i'm not . ❜ she almost laughs at her own admission , allowing the intensity to vanish . for a moment , a sliver of a moment , he had her standing fully conscious before him , wide awake , of a sound mind and memory . ❛ someone ought to look after the high lady aurora . i , after all , don't mind being alone . ❜ and so she looks up at him from beneath her lashes , offering a tender smile , like a flash of a thousand colors . ❛ you're not used to this , are you ? ❜ the way she speaks to him , the way she doesn't raise her voice , she can nearly sense the bewilderment .
even in the depths of the court of dreams, it's rare that someone is quite as dreamlike as the lady odeletta silvergrass. where they come from, dreams are to be had under the stars, in the darkest hours of the night in a deep slumber. the woman before them walks in a dream state wide awake, and it is this that draws hajoon to her side. they have always had a penchant for creatures who do not seem like they are of the waking world. the smile hajoon wears on their face is nothing short of wicked. "the world is a battle for attention, have you not heard?" they ask, in lieu of a greeting of, hello, how are you? how else is one meant to speak to a wraith if not in riddles? "speak your loudest and the king may just lend an ear. did no one tell you that this is what the summit is? it's a war to be heard. you ought to raise your voice. — consider it friendly advice from one fae to another."
gazing out through a curtain of golden locks , she can feel herself being pulled by an abstract tide of curiosity to every corner , every room , coerced by her own mind to twine herself around the court banisters like a delicate vine . an iridescent creature , at times perhaps even incorporeal , she turns towards the lord of the court of dreams only for a moment , smiling to herself . ❛ the world is what we make it . ❜ audacious , yet delicate , she averts her gaze first to the left , then heavenward , the very motion redolent with playfulness . ❛ if the king is sagacious , as all kings must be , then he knows that it's not the loudest voice that speaks the wisest . still , i thank you for your amicable guidance greatly — but only if it comes from the right place . ❜ taking a step forward , as if to continue her walk , she mutters a soft invitation without facing the other fae . ❛ you may walk with me , lord hajoon . ❜
Coming to the day court felt like a nuisance for Eunwoo. He had the patrols along the Hewn City to maintain with the soldiers, and he wanted to avoid giving his responsibilities over to those underneath him, but wherever Heiran went, so did he. There was no way he would let her travel to the day court under the protection of spartan soldiers, he would oversee her safety himself.
"Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the night court quarters-" Eunwoo realized the term was rather tricky with the civil conflict and clenched his jaw together before adding. "Court of the high lady of nightmare."
ruminating , always ruminating , she’s pulled from her idle reverie like golden thread from a cloth , obliged to face reality once more and gather the rest of her wayward thoughts . odeletta looks at him with eyes half open , wide eyes half shut , as if her tender eyelids are weighed down by heavy traces of slumber . ❛ most certainly . take a left , right , left , right and , then another right . ❜ she offers the direction as though it’s some sort of ingenious riddle , allowing a laugh to trail after the words . ❛ that’s what i’ve been told . ❜
[ bella heathcote , 28/512 , cis woman , she/her ] have you seen , odeletta silvergrass , the lady of spring court has entered court ? said to be magnanimous + imaginative , we can only hope their good qualities outshine that they are also elusive + absentminded . when asked about them , people are always reminded of : shinning locks of golden hair that reach the heel of her feet , dancing in circles amongst the fragrant roses and lilies , overindulging in the sickly sweet nectar , the most beautiful flower hidden in midst of a dark forest , surrendering to late afternoon delusions . they are a high fae / daemati of the spring court . they believe in themselves . may the mother protect them .
a decendant of the silvergrass line, currently among the few that remain, even though she was the spare. hailed as one of the wealthiest members of the spring court, they reached a new level of significance when her sister rowena married the high lady.
there was always something different, strangely different about odeletta that rowena, unlike most, saw as something beautiful — which in turn made her mollycoddle odeletta to almost a point of madness. odeletta was loved, cherished, and shielded from any harm that others perhaps had wished upon those in the spring court.
it’s, however, odeletta’s personality that has always set her apart from the rest. for as long as the silvergrass fae members can remember, odeletta has lived in her own world, prone to constant daydreaming, dissociation, and detachment from reality. rowena knew this, knew that odeletta’s sensitive nature could prove to be deadly, but she loved her all the same, without a single resentment, which is why she took her along and made her a part of the household, hoping to always protect her.
odeletta, under her sister’s watchful eyes, thrived and was even beloved by most courtiers, most notably becoming known for her kindness and generosity, her aptness and ability to bring lightness to every corner and room, even in spite of her dissociation. she took it upon her herself to care greatly and take care of the fauna and wildlife as well as any plant or flower that she would come across. she used to spend most of her time lost deep within lush gardens, dancing, drinking, singing ( basically frolicking ) — as she mostly preferred solitude over other faes, but ofc she never said no to the company of selected few.
rowena’s demise, nonetheless, made her cautious, and even more elusive, almost flimsy, like gossamer, and while she wished nothing more than to vanish into thin air, she knew that it was her duty to keep the court lively and to remain unwavering — for the sake of rowena’s memory.
she suffered in silence, only when hidden away from the rest, but when standing before others, she was still the same, absentminded odel.
her loyalty is nearly impossible to earn, but she respects the high lady and would trust her with her life, yet she fears for her too.
now while odel is prone to dissociation, that doesn’t mean that she’s naive, as she can be quite insightful and intuitive when she finds her focus. perhaps it’s because she spent a great deal of her life watching others from the comfort of rowena’s shadow, or mayhap it’s rowena’s absence that now reminds her that there’s no one else to take care of her. ( side note: odeletta is a daemati, something that rowena knew but mostly hid from most as she didn’t want her to be exploited. she was never quite trained to hone this ability and it is one of the reasons why she acts the way she does. )
she is still very devoted to her old dalliances, and in spite of the current state of the spring court, she tries her best to find the beauty in it all. so catch her eating and overindulging, and also playing with the wildlife.
her most notable features include her large eyes, as big as gemstones, her golden hair that reaches her heel, and her fondness for wearing anything golden, or in such similar shades. #alwaysbejeweled
whatever others may have heard about her is entirely subjective and perhaps she is underestimated ( the ‘ what a shame she's fucked in the head ’ is certainly a possible rep that she has ), but she is still highly intelligent and educated and doesn’t pay much heed to what others whisper about her. so will she perish or has her sensitivity turned into steel?
𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽. odeletta . daemati. lady of the spring court. rowena's sister. 512 years old. / you are made of dreams and this world is not for you.
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