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VERSAILLESPALACE
Versailles isn't sure what brought her to the Ascendants. She thinks it could've been word of mouth, the prospect being a part of something bigger. It's a little enticing for someone who has spent a majority of her life in the cold embrace of solitude - not that she has any specific qualms with loneliness, it's just a rather bleak existence filled to the brim with aimless wandering and a heavy lack of purpose. She wonders what it must feel like - purpose - having something that she is meant to do, being guided by a reason to be alive. Living just to live has its freedoms but is, ultimately, no way to live... certainly not for a primarily purpose-driven Versailles.
The wide expanse of grass is a little daunting. She's used to the cover of towering trees, the shadows they spill over the thick and lively undergrowth. In the fields, everything seems emptier. Versailles can see as far out as the eye can see but it's a repetitive image of grass and grass and even more grass that half of her is starting to believe that she's walking in circles - and that's funny! It's funny enough that she's scowling. She's never had troubles like this in the forest, she's never had to question her sense of direction. If it wasn't for the sun, she's sure she'd be hopelessly lost in a field of... well... nothing.
It's only when she reaches a particularly strong scent of something that she figures she must've reached the right place. It's odd and a little itchy, a little uncomfortable, but she faces it with a straight face because she knows she'll probably smell like that eventually. The feline stops right on top of the border and sits herself down, running a golden tongue across her chest to calm its unsure bristling. Versailles knows better than to trespass where she is not known - she dislikes having to put a target on her back. Instead, the blue-and-gold newcomer decides to wait for them to come to her. Isn't that part of their responsibilities? To keep their borders safe and ensure that there are no intruders?
She looks around, takes note of the emptiness again. Tch. They don't seem to be very good at it - but it's alright. Maybe that'll be her new purpose.
The wide expanse of grass is a little daunting. She's used to the cover of towering trees, the shadows they spill over the thick and lively undergrowth. In the fields, everything seems emptier. Versailles can see as far out as the eye can see but it's a repetitive image of grass and grass and even more grass that half of her is starting to believe that she's walking in circles - and that's funny! It's funny enough that she's scowling. She's never had troubles like this in the forest, she's never had to question her sense of direction. If it wasn't for the sun, she's sure she'd be hopelessly lost in a field of... well... nothing.
It's only when she reaches a particularly strong scent of something that she figures she must've reached the right place. It's odd and a little itchy, a little uncomfortable, but she faces it with a straight face because she knows she'll probably smell like that eventually. The feline stops right on top of the border and sits herself down, running a golden tongue across her chest to calm its unsure bristling. Versailles knows better than to trespass where she is not known - she dislikes having to put a target on her back. Instead, the blue-and-gold newcomer decides to wait for them to come to her. Isn't that part of their responsibilities? To keep their borders safe and ensure that there are no intruders?
She looks around, takes note of the emptiness again. Tch. They don't seem to be very good at it - but it's alright. Maybe that'll be her new purpose.
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