AISLINN
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
Aislinn.
Her name wrapped in the woman's voice warmed her heart. Just like that, they were friends. Companions, and she would sooner lay down her life for this woman than let something happen to her. That was how she was with friends, with family. Aislinn was not contained by the boundaries of blood, but of loyalty. And her loyalty was a fierce, thundering beast that would sooner shred sadness and enemies into ash and dust than let harm touch a pretty hair on her head. She was the same with her tribe, with her King, with her Warden.. and now Lyra. Beautiful, night-blessed Lyra. The woman before her was now apart of her inner circle, and with it, she held a special place in Aislinn's heart and soul.
The Champion of Battle would, for better or worse, chase away every drop of sorrow underneath Lyra's words. Maybe not now, not tonight. But eventually, she would show her what happiness felt like. How the sun could warm the soul, and how the stars listened to every hope and dream wished upon them. That this land, this realm, this world was a lovely, glorious place. And maybe then, the woman's misery would fade away. Aislinn surely hoped it would, anyway.
As quickly as the stars had begun to fall across the sky in trails of shining dust, they faded, falling below the horizon and vanishing into the night. The night breeze tickled her forelock, leading her silently in the direction of her second home, the City of Starlight. Her tower room calling to her. The shooting stars that had passed seemed to have sprinkled their own magic into her eyes, for sweet slumber pulled at her eyelids. Heavy and wonderful and at the very edge of sleep. "I'm glad, truly," she replied, her smile waning for only a moment as she blinked her tired eyes, "but now I believe Calligo has blessed me with dust from the Sandman himself."
She stepped forward then for several paces, if anything out of habit as her muscles grew heavy. Her wings drooping towards the ground. Stars above, she thanked her goddess for her goodness and passion and love for her people; for she had not felt the strong urge of blissful sleep for too long. Aislinn turned, her crown tilted, quietly beaconing to Lyra as the capital city glimmered in the distance. For although the mist of dreamland sang to her, she was still a Child of the Night, hesitant to leave the beautiful darkness behind. "Goodnight, dear Lyra."
And like a wraith of smoke and shadows, the stormsinger melted into the dark, her hooves pulling her back to her home before sleep finally claimed her.
@lyra thank you so much for the thread lovely!! I would very much like to thread them again <3
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
Aislinn.
Her name wrapped in the woman's voice warmed her heart. Just like that, they were friends. Companions, and she would sooner lay down her life for this woman than let something happen to her. That was how she was with friends, with family. Aislinn was not contained by the boundaries of blood, but of loyalty. And her loyalty was a fierce, thundering beast that would sooner shred sadness and enemies into ash and dust than let harm touch a pretty hair on her head. She was the same with her tribe, with her King, with her Warden.. and now Lyra. Beautiful, night-blessed Lyra. The woman before her was now apart of her inner circle, and with it, she held a special place in Aislinn's heart and soul.
The Champion of Battle would, for better or worse, chase away every drop of sorrow underneath Lyra's words. Maybe not now, not tonight. But eventually, she would show her what happiness felt like. How the sun could warm the soul, and how the stars listened to every hope and dream wished upon them. That this land, this realm, this world was a lovely, glorious place. And maybe then, the woman's misery would fade away. Aislinn surely hoped it would, anyway.
As quickly as the stars had begun to fall across the sky in trails of shining dust, they faded, falling below the horizon and vanishing into the night. The night breeze tickled her forelock, leading her silently in the direction of her second home, the City of Starlight. Her tower room calling to her. The shooting stars that had passed seemed to have sprinkled their own magic into her eyes, for sweet slumber pulled at her eyelids. Heavy and wonderful and at the very edge of sleep. "I'm glad, truly," she replied, her smile waning for only a moment as she blinked her tired eyes, "but now I believe Calligo has blessed me with dust from the Sandman himself."
She stepped forward then for several paces, if anything out of habit as her muscles grew heavy. Her wings drooping towards the ground. Stars above, she thanked her goddess for her goodness and passion and love for her people; for she had not felt the strong urge of blissful sleep for too long. Aislinn turned, her crown tilted, quietly beaconing to Lyra as the capital city glimmered in the distance. For although the mist of dreamland sang to her, she was still a Child of the Night, hesitant to leave the beautiful darkness behind. "Goodnight, dear Lyra."
And like a wraith of smoke and shadows, the stormsinger melted into the dark, her hooves pulling her back to her home before sleep finally claimed her.
@lyra thank you so much for the thread lovely!! I would very much like to thread them again <3
