a rattle sounded through the streets, the unearthly glow of witch-lit lanterns swaying through the street, beaming into windows. clatters of metal and thuds of hooves against cobble echoed into homes, a deathly reminder of the couriers and their armoured beasts. children peeked from stained-glass windows as melancholy voices rang through the air; "heed, heed, the couriers come, heed, heed, their will be done. heed, heed, the couriers come! heed your roses but prick your thumb!"
the townspeople of every age learned from birth to abhor the couriers. those with unnatural beauty, those with long hair, those witches. every girl from the age of three and on cropped their hair to no longer than their chin, no face uncovered unless you were with close company. as the couriers clattered through the blue-stoned streets, onlookers felt most disgust- children felt wonder. they were a myth to be feared and outcast, but so close, so close they could almost touch the couriers, these mysterious and wonderful women who rode on enchanting beasts of great stature with their long, draping hair black as tar.
the couriers would come.
this is just a little short story i came up with! expect some concept art (maybe) to come along with it later.
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