CLOSED STARTER / @stormcaptain
ALYSANNE’S EYE FLUTTERED open as she jumped awake. another one of her seeing dreams had taken her midday. she hastily moved towards the desk tucked in the corner of her bedroom, and jotted down illegible notes that would stop her from forgetting the bulk of the dream. she then wrote down a second note, a clearer one with an invitation ( more like a summon, with the way it was worded ). and called for her maid to deliver it to the recipient. “don’t come back without her.” the brunette warned. the high seer moved out of the room into her solar, still fighting off the last wisps of sleep. she had never met the woman she’d requested, yet the dream had been vivid. storms raging against a small battered shack in the middle of the ocean, the candle in the shack’s window blowing out suddenly. and before she could wake, the other’s face and name had burned into her memory. aly didn’t have time to call her seers to help her decipher this, so she took her favorite place against the cushioned window sill that looked out from the high tower to puzzle it out. she was most comfortable the higher she was, closer to her friends, the constellations. pensive fingers worked mindlessly against the inlaid pearls of her bodice as she replayed the dream in her head. she knew the skies wanted them to meet today --- but WHY ?
she finally sensed the other’s presence making their way up to her. alysanne had lost sight of how much time had passed, and rose stiffly to meet them at the guarded door. she threw the door open just as her guard was about to push it ajar. she tried to hide the smirk pulling at her lips as she watched his startled expression turn into dismay. finally, she turned to the other. “mei xu. i had a dream about you.” she stepped aside to let the other in, closing the door on her maids’ face. courtesies were something she was still trying to grasp. “i don’t believe we’ve met before. i’m alysanne, high seer of zodarc.” she said simply as she gathered her sweeping black silk skirts and sat herself in an armchair by the hearth.
