So rare was it to find those who still found the beauty in the wildness of creation, too many these days simply did not stop to take it all in and others, well they sought to tame it for their own purpose. An easy life where they were master over things which should never be shackled. But what fun was that, truly? Where was the thrill in sailing the skies on smooth currents? Give him the howling wind and the crack of lightning overhead, give him the feel of raindrops rolling off of his pale skin as he danced beneath the light of the moon.

Let him be a contradiction, perfection in the eye of the storm, brilliant and untouchable. The comet that blazed across the star streaked sky as it wept rain and roared thunder.

Together they stand in the morning rays, different but very much the same. She the night, and he the moon. It's different than their initial meeting, far less chaos for them to be swept away in it's all consuming arms, an embrace that would make even the most stone hearted weak. There are no more confessions swallowed by the howling wind and crashing ocean, no others that stand beside them. Just the two of them at the waking of the world, side by side, eyes cast out over the glittering ocean. A beautiful, melancholic scene for the artists to one day replicate. "No there isn't." He agreed whole-heartedly, his voice musical as it carried on the breeze. "There is nothing in this World that can compare to the Goddesses creations."

Her movement drew his gaze, inquisitiveness lining his iris. There could be a hundred different thoughts running through the Stormsinger's mind, such was the nature of the Storm. But what thought swirled in that vortex the most? Cloven hooves shifted in place before he rested his hind left delicately on it's split points. Content to let the silence stretch between them, he would not force her to respond to him if she did not want to. Sometimes words were not enough to articulate the innerworkings of the soul, or the troubles which lingered in dreams and the corners of the mind. Still, it instilled something within his breast, a flicker of light. An impulse. Isorath shifted once more as his wings revealed themselves from beneath the mist coloured cloak wrapped around his porcelain frame.

"Adventure and exploration? Terrastella has plenty of that to those bold enough to search." He repeated fondly, eyes half-lidded as a smile dared to ghost it's way across his sharp features. Hadn't that been him once? How he had fought with fire and fury, in order to taste freedom beyond the gilded chains of his homeland? It had burned him in the end, like Icarus flying too close to the sun, his wings had burned to ash and he had plummeted. Down and down he had tumbled, until he lay shattered on the stone floor, the gold of his soul bleeding into the marble cracks as he burned.

"Yes it is." He responded, there's distance in his voice. The kind that lets another know his thoughts have caught up with him, threatening to pull him look from this plane. Until it snapped back with one powerful stroke of his wings which sent him careening over the cliff's edge with a breathless laugh. His long tail swept through the grass and into the air with a weightless stroke, sending the starlit strands scattering into the breeze like the moon's banners. Like a comet he descended, the crash of the ocean in his ears punctuated by the whistle of the wind.

Closer and closer the jagged rocks inch, the spray can almost caress his face.

But he isn't afraid, oh no, he exalts as his wings catch the wind and send him upwards. He ascended, wild and alive in nature's aerie. "We should make the most of the morning, Stormsinger." He called as he hovered a short distance from the cliff edge, beckoning to her to take wing. "Wrap our troubles in exploration and adventure, while there is still time to be free."

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@Aislinn

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