When twilight falls, Veteris is suspended in the In Between — the world is awashed in lavender and a dusting of stars; the same moments that are shared between breaths and heartbeats. But yet, the city could not be more alive, where the Night Court glitters under the slumbering sun in finery. The stones themselves are shimmering jewels, crafted of the moon and cosmos themselves. A perfect image of Calligo’s kingdom wrapped into one, for even now, as always, the City of Starlight is near bursting at the seams. They are whispers of revelry, teaming with sugary pastries and mulled wine, and even on this night like any other.. the denizens dance in gemstones and pyres that reach to the stars.

Aislinn is no stranger to those she calls her people. As she walks, the music thrums against her skin as the pale violet of the sky kisses her in hues of Asterion’s homeland. The coins and feathers around her throat tinkle with each teasing breeze, every flower petal that tangles in the mess of her hair. Until she is a breathing song, a symphony of storms and stars eternal as she meanders through her Crown City. Reichenbach’s city. A jewel.

She still cannot believe that now.. now is Regent.

An unfamiliar weight sits upon her forehead, all sweeping silvers and moonstone that catches the fading light in rainbows in each precious gem. The diadem is lovely, hand crafted and befitting of her new title, but yet she cannot feel comfortable with it’s weight. Not yet. Even so, despite this, she is still a stormsinger, a dreamer, and a gypsy woman. She is still the guardian protector of each soul that resides within the walls of the Arma mountains and the Sea. But now, as she strolls through the parties that thrive, they look to her with something profound. There is another, phantom weight that sits upon her shoulders. One that is both welcome and uncertain and proud.

A smile curls an edge to her copper lips. She may be their Regent now, but that did not mean she could not enjoy the livelihood of her people. Aislinn was, at heart, a woman who could not deny the festivities. So her throat sings, giving in to the rise and fall of the music that builds and soon, her body sways. She is dancing, swirling, and one with the crowds that pulse and whirl like an ocean’s waves. The night sky falls ever slowly in this In Between, darkening and burning with the last hues of sunlight.

But it is not the sky that catches the blue of her eyes, grabbing her attention. Through the twists and turns of her dance, her gazes lands not upon Calligo’s stars, but a creature of ivory and lavender. A woman, who if she was not mistaken, looked very much like a beloved face she had come to know very well.

The music softens as she pulls away from the crowd, the violin’s tugging at each beat of her heart. Her chest rises and falls, near breathless with her revelry, but still she does not hesitate. As she nears her, Aislinn’s orbs flicker, her suspicions deemed correct. A kirin.. yet another. The resemblance near unmistakable. Yet..

Who was she? And what was she doing here?

Her throat clear, Aislinn’s crown dips generously, and when she rises, a grin pulls at her lips. She eyes her with curiosity, catching flashes of the woman’s amber gaze. The stormsinger doesn’t miss the near-intimidating air in her orbs, but instead she finds that she is drawn to her beauty. Such a remarkable trait of those from Isorath’s home.. and now, she cannot help but wonder still. And the same taste in finery.

”I never thought I’d meet another kirin so far from your home,” she muses lightly, ”welcome to Veteris. I pray that you find our City of Starlight to be accommodating.”

Her smile grows, orbs of blue flaming to match the warmth wafting from her skin where sweat glistens against midnight. Aislinn’s crown tilts, taking in the sight of her. ”I’m Aislinn.”

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@vaella ♡ well hello muse, it’s nice to see you