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Aislinn
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she walked in moondust
and stars were sprinkled in her hair



Adventure and exploration? Terrastella has plenty of that to those bold enough to search.

She watches, gaze widening in shock as he tumbles over the edge. Aislinn rushes forward, loose pebbles crumbling beneath her hooves. Her own wings snapping open as she witnesses him fall towards the deep blue sea. Waves reaching heavensward to grab him, but instead, Isorath's wings burst open, a porcelain beacon in the morning light as he soars. A smile flirts with her own lips as icy orbs warm at the sight, the ocean breeze galloping towards her dancing with her, cradling her. A stormborn star that wished to launch herself into the sky as well. She shifted, nostrils flaring, as he caught the wind and fluttered in the air not several feet from where she stood. The glimmer of his violet eyes bright in the light dancing off of the sea, matching the wild of her own.

We should make the most of the morning, stormsinger. Wrap our troubles in exploration and adventure, while there is still time to be free.

The kirin beckoned to her, the flap of those great wings a most wondrous sound in her ears. A song of rushing wind with each beat of those wings, in tune with the crash and roar of the ocean far below. The sea breeze teased her hair, flirting with each of her feathers as she unfurled her own wings to their full span; the stretch of her muscles sending sweet tingles down her spine and to the tips of every plume. A smile tugged at her lips, and for once, she did not try to hide her own joy, her own happiness. Isorath silently reached out to her, and she felt that maybe he understood a simple part of her that not many did not. How nature and beauty and freedom called to her; an insatiable hunger for adventure. A calling for movement, of discovery. Something primal and built into every molecule of her being. A gypsy, a nomad, and a wanderer in her very heart. Her soul.

So she grinned, wide and wickedly, as she slipped off of the stone of the cliff face. Once before, the gypsy woman had fallen over the edge, tumbling towards the fathoms below. But now, she snapped open her wings, the air catching her as she swooped up and hung suspended in the air at the golden-white man's side. Her orbs flashing brightest blue, a gleam of wonder and burning shining there as she looked at him sidelong. "Let us have an adventure then; show me the kingdom that dances with both the sun and moon." Laughter bubbled in her throat, a musical sound that rippled along the wind that cocooned them both in the autumn sky. The color of dusty roses and warm yellows chasing away the night as the sun slowly yawned awake. Each drop of sunlight soaking into the ebony of her skin and glowing the edges of the white of her mane, and he.. The dawn sun flirted with the pure ivory of his coat, taking her breath away as her gaze flickered over to her company. Gilded and shining in gold and moondust.

She wondered then about the ethereal makings of this stormchild who flew at her side. What lay hidden beneath the amethyst of his eyes and the jeweled white-gold chains. Her heart simply swelled, curious, as her smile grew and Aislinn cast away the thoughts that intruded in her mind. Today was not the day of story-telling, but of adventure. Sweet, untamed adventure and exploration of a Court that lay in equal balance between day and night, Solis and Calligo. Ironic, how together they are almost mirror images of those gods. He, a bright and shining beacon of light; and she, an obsidian shadow touched by stars.

The stormsinger would not let anything ruin such a lovely, glorious thing. Her grin crooked upwards, lopsided and wild. Giving in to her own guilty pleasure. No longer a warrior woman, a Champion. Duty cast aside for a moment, allowing herself something sweeter and better than any drug.

"After you," the stormsinger says boldly, her voice almost lost in the screaming winds and the laughter that tugs at every word that touches her lips.


@isorath I'm not to proud of this post, I'm sorry love :( I probably shouldn't write while sleep deprived xD
"Aislinn speech."


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Messages In This Thread
fernweh. - by Aislinn - 08-15-2017, 12:04 AM
RE: fernweh - by Isorath - 10-15-2017, 02:51 AM
RE: fernweh. - by Aislinn - 10-22-2017, 08:12 AM
RE: fernweh. - by Isorath - 11-06-2017, 03:30 PM
RE: fernweh. - by Aislinn - 11-11-2017, 08:36 AM
RE: fernweh. - by Isorath - 11-11-2017, 09:48 PM
RE: fernweh. - by Aislinn - 11-16-2017, 06:25 AM
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