underneath the sparkling sky, did you see ADITI RAO HYDARI being tipped by the Cauldron? no, that's just MYRA KAPUR, who is the HIGH LADY from SPRING. i heard that on most days they're CARING and LOYAL but if you catch them on a dark night, they can be HEADSTRONG and BRASH. but if you really get to know them, you'll know that they vibe with ROSE PETALS ON MARBLE FLOORS, SILKS THE COLORS OF THE SPRING, DIAMONDS SPARKLING IN THE WARM SUN, WILLOW TREES BILLOWING IN THE BREEZE, THE SOUND OF A HARP PLAYING IN THE DISTANCE.
this is a single-muse account for myra kapur, high lady of the spring court written for courtlieshq, therefore closed off to all interaction outside of the group. portrayed by meg, thirty. est. she/her.
☆ﾟ*·ﾟSCRUNCHING UP HIS nose, Vikram wasn't even remotely pleased about being dropped into another new court. He still wasn't back home yet, and now, he missed his home even more. His books were waiting for him, and he still couldn't get back to them. This new court was far different than any he'd other visited before, not that he'd left his own court too often. All of the stars staring down at him was a little frustrating. He preferred to be inside, away from the elements, not stared at by the skies. And yet, he couldn't stop looking up at them, and he didn't know why. Vikram sat under a covered patio, looking up at the sky with a cup of tea, something he'd never heard of before. "Do you think the stars once had thoughts or that they're judging us right now?"
myra sat across from her husband, teacup in her hand as she lazily stirred the cooling liquid. the high lady softly hummed to his question, her own gaze looking to move upward towards the sky. " i think they've always judged us and judge us even now. " she remarked, " where else does the mother reside? with the cauldron, wherever that may be? " myra scoffed. though respectful of spring's traditions, she herself was not invested in the faith. " if you were to believe the priestess, i'm sure the mother has been judging us from her ether since the beginning. "
☆ﾟ*·ﾟ IN A NEW place, Tessa's first instinct was to explore the area around her, find all of the best plants, fruits, and materials to continue keeping her court safe and healthy. That was how she found herself on her hands and knees in the gardens of the Starlight court. Her hair fell in her face and her hands were covered with dirt. She hadn't expected anyone to catch her, but anyone that knew her wouldn't be surprised about this in the slightest bit. Tessa sat on her feet and looked up with a bright smile on her face. "Want a flower crown or some tea? I'm curious what these plants do, and it'd be a fun experiment to find out!"
she was no stranger to flowers, that much was true. myra spent much of her time in spring among it's various blooms. winter had no such things, so to find flowers so unlike what she'd seen in the starlight court ⸻ well, that was only a pleasant surprise. one that she shared with another, it seemed. " you would make tea out of strange flowers? my, that's awfully brave. " the high lady mused as she stopped in her leasurly stroll where the other was down in the dirt. " i would not dare to assume anything here is safe, not without proof. "
" viku, " the high lady fussed as she stepped through the doors of their chamber, throwing aside the shawl and fan she'd been carrying around all day. " where on earth have you been? this court is insufferably dull and i am growing bored. " she huffed, taking out the large golden earrings she wore, followed by the braid her hair had been so perfectly entwined in. it wasn't really boredom that spring's high lady was suffering from, no - it was homesickness.
she was beginning to ache for the spring sun, for warmth and the scent of flowers on the breeze. the spring manor was bright and airy ⸻ winter was bleak and stagnant.
" the winter sun is so dull. " the high lady retorted with a sigh, leaning back into the chair that faced the window. she let the silence hang in the answer before finally speaking her mind. " how long could they possibly keep us here? " her hardened gaze looked over at the other, expecting an answer from them. truthfully, myra seldom had any concern about the strange events that were transpiring. she was an iron rose in the face of uncertainty, this was only yet another evil she would protect her court from.
" surely, we can all deal with this from our own courts, wouldn't you agree? "
the seraphim slips from the hall, hannelore appearing ahead of her and she holds out a hand, fingers stroking over the crow's feathers before she hops up to rest on astoria's shoulder. she hates being so out of her element. a part of her hates how happy she was with the false memories — not knowing her father, that her brother was dead, that her mother loved her dead husband more than her children... she's a traitor. to her court, to herself, for the joy she had of not knowing.
she steps away from the doorway, over to the windows, to look out at the dark expanse of land outside. astoria sighs softly, not turning when she sees the reflection of someone else appearing from the hall. "needed to get away from the crowds?" she asks. "or are you here to visit with hanni as well?"
" mostly to get away from the crowds, is it that obvious? " the high lady remarked, gaze looking out the window herself before settling back on the woman. " you'd think i'd be used to them, but i fear i much prefer solitude over this. " she laughed softly. spring was much like winter in it's calmness. perhaps a tad bit more lively, with the spring breeze and the sound of the birds singing upon it ⸻ but spring was warm and carefree.
her eyes drifted to the bird upon the other's shoulder, and she nodded towards with with a light smile. " pretty bird. do you train them? " myra asked. " i hear crows are quite smart avians, though we're rather fond of doves in spring. "
time & place: after the discovery, between 1am and 4 am.
availability: open to everyone
IT WAS CERTAINLY A DEVELOPMENT IN THE EVENING. While the Spymaster of Winter was not thrilled about the sudden change in the air or the way the evening was completely ruined by the very ... not so lively crasher to the party. The fae had no mask, so she knew they were not on the guest list - or they might have lost the mask in a brawl somewhere. Still, she wasn't about to guess without any tangible evidence.
she was on the hunt for one.
Turning towards the fae beside her, Artemis' silver gaze fixed upon the individual. "I am getting sidetracked by so many options and I could use an outside input. Do you have any idea or even a mild hunch as to were we should start? I would prefer to roam outside, but the palace is on the lockdown until the sunrise."
" is this not where your expertise would come in handy? " myra remarked, as she lazily sauntered beside the spymaster of winter ⸻ her eyebrow raised in an questioning manner. " you are the spymaster of winter, after all, do you not have an idea as to the nooks and crannies in which one could hide? " the high lady questioned, having long discarded her mask. it had frustrated her, anyway. " if this palace is anything like the manor of spring ⸻ you hold quite a bit of secrets in these walls. "
CLOVER BLOOMS in the fields; spring breaks loose, the time is near . . . i want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet.
underneath the sparkling sky, did you see TRIPTI DIMRI being tipped by the Cauldron? no, that's just MYRA KAPUR, who is the HIGH LADY from SPRING. i heard that on most days they're CARING and LOYAL but if you catch them on a dark night, they can be HEADSTRONG and BRASH. but if you really get to know them, you'll know that they vibe with ROSE PETALS ON MARBLE FLOORS, SILKS THE COLORS OF THE SPRING, DIAMONDS SPARKLING IN THE WARM SUN, WILLOW TREES BILLOWING IN THE BREEZE, THE SOUND OF A HARP PLAYING IN THE DISTANCE.
myra grew up in a warm, loving family ⸻ large and carefree, she would have never wanted for a thing; but just after she turned one hundred; disaster struck her home. her family was struck by a sickness, one unlike anything the healers of spring had seen. one by one, as she grew into the woman she would become, myra watched the members of her family succumb to their illness and she was powerless to stop it all. it was fifty years later into the sickness that, by the powers of the cauldron be, myra was granted the title high lady of spring.
seeing her family die around her lit a spark in the young high lady, and she was set on a course to free her lands of this illness and save who remained of her family and protect the spring court.
her fist is iron and her will ivory ⸻ myra was unwavering in the early years of her reign. lies and deceit have no place in spring, nor do curses and sickness. myra has always done whatever it took to protect her court and protect her family, even if others deemed her callous or unkind.
name: myra kapur.
age: five hundred and fifty
moral alignment: neutral good
medical history: occasional pain in her joints, left over from the sickness
hair color: brown
eye color: brown
talent(s): flower-tending, playing the harp
like(s): dancing, herbal teas, classical music
dislike(s): the cold, the dark, the flavor bitter,
positive traits: caring, loyal, reserved, calculating
negative traits: headstrong, brash, dogmatic,
