of course i feel too much
i'm a universe of exploding stars
i'm a universe of exploding stars
A winter goddess holds their sky in twilight hands, but it is the stormsinger's mistress that takes hold and showers their skies in darkness. Snow glitters in the shadows, stark and swirling in frost that seeps into her skin and down into the marrow of her bones. Night descends upon Veteris — the City of Starlight, and the kingdom of dreams. But unlike the reverie of their court that kindles at nightfall, she is uncommonly bound within the castle's walls. Her wild, nomadic heart is constricted within the cold stones that tower around her and keep her from the stars. But still she stays.. for she has been gone for far too long.
She is duty-bound by her loyalty and passion for her Court, but it is her heart that bleeds at her return. Her time away was needed, very much so.. but now, she is conflicted. The starry expanse of her soul is a battlefield — where her goddess clothes her in shadows and smoke, the demon of her guilt claws in answer. Each hoofbeat upon the stone floor is heavier than the last as she walks. For although she is alone, with only the echoes of her thundering heart drumming with the click of her hooves, Aislinn is a storm bursting under the seams of her skin. The darkness holds her close, intimately, but in the shadows looming in the halls, lightning crackles under the surface of her silence.
She is a lethal quiet — a hurricane of power and emotions that war in her soul.
In the deep heart of the castle, she shivers against the cold. Except the chill in her is chased away, not by the burning of her skin and the roil of uncertainty in her gut.. but from the stardust that finds her. The wishes made on falling stars cling to the ebony of her skin in a blanket of silver, and suddenly — as if Calligo had known all along — a comfort washes over her in flames made of meteors and galaxies and shadows. The relief is akin to the magic that had found her in her absence, and that fact alone was why she had found herself home once more. For although she had fled then, more a coward than she could ever swallow, her goddess never left her. And now, she would never abandon Her again. So she wanders and wanders still.. with only a trail of glittering stars in her wake and her emotions a wavering sea.
And pray tell the darkness that burns like a newborn sun; unbeknownst to the woman of stardust and thunder and storm.
@rhoswen this isn't a great starter, I'm so sorry lovely ;_; her emotions are all over the place.
"Aislinn speech."
