She could not keep her promises no matter how flooded by emotion she was. No matter how determined she was. Noctii had been absent in the court, unable to face the masses after promising Isra that she would. The unicorn splashed with the golden hues of the sun and stars wandered listlessly through the swarms of bodies in the streets. Her appearance was haphazard, and there was an obvious lack of care for herself in her once pristine features. Noctii could not forgive herself for her failures, she had been meant to be a warrior, and now she hid and wallowed in her pity. Her blue gaze drifted over the sea of faces as their bodies passed her by. These were her first contacts with others since Isra's subsequent acceptance of the thone. She had torn her heart out and shown it to the new Empress, and her promises rang hollow as the husks of the strange cotton plants in fall. Her body felt weighted, and cold as she moved through the crowds. Vendors lined the streets, and she couldn't imagine why she wandered here.
The former daughter of Reth came to a halt out of the way of the stream of bodies and watched them wander by. Many seemed in jubilant spirits and chattered amongst themselves and the groups that had come to enjoy this place. She stood beside a very ancient looking wooden vendor's stall with a strangely exotic woman. Her voice was husky, and she appeared as though her heritage carried Arabian blood, but her hair was wild and curly. Her eyes a bright green, and were the first thing that Noctii noticed against the vendor's bay pelt. A strange churning of attraction floated up within her, one she had fought off for most her life. She couldn't possibly be attracted to fellow vixens, could she? What would Xamis think of her to give in to such temptation?
The vendor addressed Noctii, dispelling her thoughts on attraction, but their words were lost in the clamor of the crowd. A collection of strange veils seemed to hang from the ancient wooden stall. Noctii just shook her head and gave a shrug as she pushed herself against the current of equines bombarding her. It felt much like the weights she so frequently worried about. She only had time to sit in her worries, and disappointment in her inability to do anything. Would this ceaseless feeling always plague her? Noctii peered with her face contorted in anxiety, somewhat hoping for a familiar face in the crowd to ease her anxiousness. To give her purpose.
"Speech" Thoughts
"Speech"
Notes: First post in awhile, I'm sorry it's absolute garbage.
Tags: @Isra /Open
Words: xxx
Hold onto Me
When you think you're sinking
